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Date: Mon, 29 Aug 94 01:14:16 EDT
To: guitar@nevada.edu
Subject: Elvis_Costello/I'llWearItProudly.crd
Organization: Princeton University


I'll Wear It Proudly
Elvis Costello
Transcribed by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu


  D
I hate these flaming curtains
                A
They're not the color of your hair
  G
I hate these striplights
                 D
They're not so undoing as your stare
   D
I hate the buttons on your shirt
                         G
When all I want to do is tear
G
I hate this bloody big bed of mine
                A
When you're not here

       D                 D/C#           Bm     G
Well I finally found someone to turn me upside down
    D               F#m                  A
And nail my feet up where my head should be
        D             D/C#               Bm        G
If they had a King of Fools then I could wear that crown
    D
And you can all die laughing
    F#m          D
Cos I'll wear it proudly

Organ (2 times)
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Well you semm to be shivering dear
And the room is awfully warm
In the white and scarlet billows
That subside beyond the storm
You have this expression dear
No words could take its place
And I wear it like a badge
That you put all over my face

Chorus
A
I'll wear it proudly
            G             D
Through the dives and the dancehalls
   A
If you'll wear it proudly
            G             D
Through the snakepits and catcalls
       A            G
Like a fifteen year old kid
        D       Bm
Wears a vampire kiss
   G
If you don't know what is wrong with me
                                A
Then you don't know what you've missed


We are arms and legs
Wrapped round more than my memory tonight
When the bell rang out
And the air turned blue from fright
But in shameless moments
You made more of me than just a mess
And a handful of eagerness
Says "What do you suggest?"

Chorus