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| Jesus Freak                                      |
| by: DC Talk                                      |
| CD: Jesus Freak                                  |
| from: serafinaa@uwstout.edu                      |
| copyright: Forefront Communications              |
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** Corrected **
Previous versions in wrong key, missing chords, and/or just incorrect.
This matches with the recording.

Standard Tuning

[ Intro/Chorus - Heavy Distortion (approximate timing) ]

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F           G#          D#    Bb    C


[ verses ]

F	  C#      Bb
Separated, I cut myself clean
     F          C#               Bb
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
F            C#       Bb
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
     F          C#              Bb
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced

F                        C#
I saw a man with tattoo on his big fat belly
Bb
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
F 		            C#
It took me a while to catch what it said
Bb
Cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head
F   		  C#		        Bb
'Jesus Saves' is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
F				C#
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
Bb
And claimed he had a dream


[ chorus ]

F		     G#               D#       Bb      C
What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus freak
F                 G#              D#    Bb      C
What will people do when they find that it's true
F                 G#              D#    Bb      C
I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak
F                     G#          D#    Bb      C
Cause there ain't no disguising the truth



Kamikaze my death is gain
I've been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty they see me as weak
Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek



There was a man from the desert with naps in his head
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn't too much left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
The Pharisee's tripped when they heard him speak
Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak



[ repeat chorus ]

[bridge]

F		   G#            D#               Bb
People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger
F              G#         D#        Bb
That my best friend was born in a manger
F		   G#              D#               Bb
People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger
F              G#          D#         Bb
That my best friend was born in a manger

[ solo ]

e-------------------------------------------------------------------
b----------------------------11/14-14-14-14/15----------------------
g---8-8-8---------9/12-12-12----------------------REPEAT------------
d---------6-6-6-6---------------------------------------------------
a-------------------------------------------------------------------
e-------------------------------------------------------------------


[ repeat chorus ]