Not Now James, We're Busy... chords and lyrics - POP WILL EAT ITSELF

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[Intro 1]
[D]

[Verse 1]
[D]Augusta, Georgia, late September,
One Mr. Brown's hot tempeed,
This [Gm]man's possessed, he's restless,
[D]Armed and dangerous,
[Gm]drugged and reckless.

[Verse 2]
[Gm]Mrs. Brown you've got a lovely son
But he's on the run
on a shotgun mission
"Listen here cocksuckers,[D]motherfuckers,
pay respect to my [Gm]building.
[D]It's JB property and it could be
the one [Gm]you get killed in."

[Verse 3]
[D]Cops ar[Gm]rive, "What's this,
what's happening,
[D]What's what,
where's [Gm]the hot shot?"
[D]James pressed his luck too far this time,
His pick- up truck[Gm]'s flat out and flying.
[D]

[Interlude 1]
[Gm]
[D][Gm][D][Gm][D][Gm]
[D][Gm][D]

[Verse 4]
[D]Cops get excited and grin with glee;
They got [Gm]themsevles a celebrity!
7 cars give chase "You're [D]in the clear,
this is the race [Gm]of the year!"
"Faster Soul Master,
they're [D]coming at you from [Gm]all directions,

[Verse 5]
[Gm]Speed's [D]your [Gm]protection...Don't look
be[D]hind you 'til south Caro[Gm]lina"
Cops spring [D]a roadblock "He ain't
gonna stop!"
"He's gonna take [Gm]a pop!"[D][Gm][D]
[Gm][D]
[Gm]
[D][Gm][D][C][Gm][D]
[Gm][D][Gm][D][Gm][D][Gm][D]
[Gm]Someone opens fire,
the trucks front [D]tyres are blown out
"Get the [Gm]hell out!" As

[Verse 6]
six mile skid, trapped in a ditch,
In the [D]lap of the FBI,
the Secret Ser[Gm]vice,
The Russians,
"they're all in this, they're [D]do ing it to James
Like they did it to [Gm]Elvis"

[Verse 7]
[D][Gm][D][Gm][D]
[Gm]
[D]
[Gm][D]
[Gm][D][C][D][Gm][D]
[Gm]
A "good- foot" [D]dance in
a dusted trance
Breath tested [Gm]"No Chance!" Arrested!

[Outro 1]
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