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Felice Brothers : Yonder Is The Clock
2009

  1. The Big Surprise
  2. Penn Station
  3. Run, Chicken, Run

The Big Surprise

Get the boys turn on the show Get the cameras set to go Go tell the host he's on in five It's the day of the big surprise Oh the waves will rise and crash And they'll pound your ship of glass And the boy in the crow's nest will cry "It's the day of the big surprise" See how the harbour lights do burn See the wheel of fortune turn It'll turn so fast the gears will bind On the day of the big surprise Your jazzy band has lost its swing Revolution's lost its ring When all your love has been a lie It's the day of the big surprise You got his letters in your purse It's got me wondering which is worse The day I fell into your eyes Or the day of the big surprise Grab your shovel, let's get to it There's no one way of how to do it And there will be no woes or sad goodbyes On the day of the big surprise

Penn Station

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E7
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B
C#m
B
A
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
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E7
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B
C#m
B
A
Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord
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B
E
In Penn station tonight
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B
E
With a toothbrush and a comb
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B
C#m
B
A
Five dollars and a dead cell phone, oh Lord
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B
E
No photo ID
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B
C#m
B
A
No past to torture me, oh Lord
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B
E
No past to torture me Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord In Penn station tonight Oh, how sweetly I do sleep On the bathroom tile where the porters sweep With a nickel in my hand Like the star of Bethlehem, oh Lord Like the star of Bethlehem And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near Got the devil engineers, oh Lord Got the devil engineers Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord Well, I died in Penn station tonight, oh Lord In the Penn station tonight And I know on track number seven There's a train to take me to heaven, Lord But a faster train's coming near Got the devil engineers, oh Lord Got the devil engineers

Run, Chicken, Run

Capo:
II
Em
I just got in from town
Am
The news is all around
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C
G
Push had come to shove down at Madam Plum's The ice is about to break And the pigs are on the take And they're marching to the beat of madam's drums The barber he's all smiles He's from the British isles But his razor's sharp as hell and he knows it well He's driving to the docks From an office in the Bronx He could make your life a living hell Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your step The cat got out of the bag, you better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you lose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death Down on Baker Street That's where the women get down and and really move their feet To the Line Dance, the Cotton-Eyed Joe, Virginia Rag and the Zydeco But the girl I came to see She runs down Baker Street With a pipe bomb in the long and windy snow She's a very sensitive lady She's always at the breaking point She's always on her guard She's the fairest of them all She loves her Aderol She's kicking out the windows of your car Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your step The cat got out of the bag, you better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you lose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death Madeline's mother is all in a panic 'Cause her husband's mad and he's a bad mechanic And he's always sad and manic depressive and the clothes he wears are torn Let the brass band play Let them soothe your blues away Let the fiddle serenade you, find a shady place to lay Run, chicken, run Don't you lose your step The cat got out of the bag, you better keep your sense Breathe, chicken, breathe Don't you loose your breath Chickens don't get no life after death