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+Fuzzy -  Grant Lee Buffalo
+Here's the tab, lyrics and chords that I worked out for Grant Lee=20
+Buffalo's album Fuzzy.
+Fuzzy - Chords and Lyrics
+Words and music: Grant Lee Phillips
+Note: the entire album is tuned down half a step (i.e. E flat, A flat, D=20
+flat, G flat, B flat, E flat) so the chords here relate to a guitar in=20
+this tuning.  =20
+The Shining Hour
+Am         C                 Bm     Dm
+Are we still on the phone=20
+Am     C                     Bm                   Dm
+With lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo?
+Am         C                        Bm    Dm
+Whose ghost sings for pay
+Am        C        Bm             Dm
+In the blue billiard room of the Monterey
+Am   C                 Bm       Dm
+For room and for board
+Am           C                       Bm                Dm
+And the back door key is a 19th century civil war sword
+Am        C              Bm             Dm
+Once owned by John Booth
+Am          C                   Bm                   Dm                 =20
+      Am
+And he misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot
+ G                            F  Dm     Am
+This could be the shining hour
+G                          F    Dm      Am
+Based on all this mad belief
+G                         F              Dm            Am
+In money oil and angel powder
+G                        F    Dm=09
+In the new age magazine=20
+There=92s a hole in the wall
+Behind the photograph of Al Capone
+He=92s sittin=92 down at city hall
+The police they peek through here
+And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
+But it=92s all in good spirits
+And if you close eyes you can=92t help, help but to hear =91em move
+This could be the shining hour
+Based on all this mad belief
+In the money oil and angel powder
+In the new age magazine
+I propose a toast
+To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
+Into the sun
+He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east=20
+village, oh=20
+And it kills me to think
+That I=92m no longer living
+Just looking for excuses to dink
+So lift up your glass
+And your Ouija board =91cause I=92m fading, fading, fading fast
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