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AC/DC Bag
by Phish

Transcribed by Eli (spiny3@aol.com)
This is exclusively a concert song so some things may be different depending on what version of the song that you have.  But listen it and get the rhythm.

Intro:  A  C  D  C  F  A  G(for two bars)
Verse:  C  Bb  F  C
            C  Bb  D(for two bars)  prelude to/last line before chorus
Bridge (brain dead...):  Same as verse chords
Chorus (same as intro):  A  C  D  C  F  A  G(for two bars)

Lyrics:
Verse 1
Mr. Palmer is concerned with a thousand dollar question
just like Roger he's a crazy little kid 
I've got the time if you've got the inclination
so, cheer up Palmer you'll soon be dead (Bb  B  C)
The noose is hanging, at least you won't die wondering
Sit up and take notice, tell it like it is  (Bb  B  C)
If I were near you, I wouldn't be far from you
I've got a feeling, you know what you did

Chorus:
AC/DC Bag....

Verse 2
Time to put your money where your mouth is
Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out (Bb  B  C)
I'm runnin' so fast my feet don't touch the ground
I'm a stranger here, I'm going down
Let's get down to the nitty-gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine, if you show me yours
I'm breathin' hard, open the door

-Chorus-

Bridge Brain dead and made of money No future at all Pull down the blinds and run for cover No future at all Who would have thought it, that's where I am No future at all Don't sweat it, that's where I am Whoa, carry me down Then the solo...nevermind. Any comments, corrections, or complaints send 'em over. Spiny3@aol.com








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