Tom: Em
 
Em
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat.

It comes out of the Virginia swamps,

cool and slow with rugged precision,

with a backbeat narrow and hard to master.
 
 
Em
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance,

others, mean and rueful of the Western dream.

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.

We have constructed pyramids in honour of our escaping.

This is the land where the Pharaoh died.
 

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E , F# , E , F# , E , F# , G# , G , F# , E , Em 
 
Em
The negroes in the forest, brightly feathered, and they are saying:

'Forget the night! Live with us in forests of azure,

out here on the perimeter, there are no stars.

Out here we is stoned immaculate.'
 
 
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Listen to this I'll tell you about the heartaches;
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I'll tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
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I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
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the meager food my soul forgot,
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tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.
 
 
Em
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat,

soft driven, slow and mad like some new language.
 
 
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Listen to this I'll tell you about Texas;
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I'll tell you about Texas       Ra - di - o.
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I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
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the wanderin' the Western dream ,
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tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.