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[F]This old town is filled with [C7]sin

It'll [F]swallow you [Bb]in

If you've [F]got some money to [C7]burn

Take it [F]home right [C7]away

You've got [F]three years to [Bb]pay

[F]And Satan is [C7]waiting his [F]turn

[F]The scientists [C7]say it'll [F]all wash [Bb]away

But [F]we don't believe any[C7]more

'Cause we've [F]got our [C7]recruits

In their [F]green mohair [Bb]suits

So [F]please show your [C7]I.D. at the [F]door

Chorus:

This old [Bb]earthquake's gonna [C7]leave me in the [F]poorhouse

It [Bb]seems like this [F]whole town's in[C7]sane

On the [Bb]thirty-first [C7]floor your [F]gold-plated [Bb]door

Won't [F]keep out the [C7]Lord's burning [F]rain

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[F]A fool came [C7]around tried to [F]clean up this [Bb]town

His [F]ideas made some people [C7]mad

But he [F]trusted in his [C7]crowd

So he [F]spoke right out [Bb]loud

And [F]they lost the [C7]best friend they [F]had

Chorus

On the [Bb]thirty-first [C7]floor your [F]gold-plated [Bb]door

Won't [F]keep out the [C7]Lord's burning [F]rain