Verse 1
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He's got himself a homemade special
             B                F#m   B  F#m
You know his glass is full of sand
       B                 F#m        B  F#m
And it feels just like a jaybird
           B             C#
The way it fits into his hand
                            F#m         B F#m      
He rolled a blade up in his trick towel
                B                 F#m   B F#m
They slap their hands against the wall
          B               F#m      B Bm  Bbm7
You never trip, you never stumble
                              F#m   B F#m
He's walking Spanish down the hall

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F#m F#m B  B