MCKEE MARIA

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This Property Is Condemned (M.McKee)
from the album "Maria McKee"

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(This is a loose version on this song.
Chords may not be exactly right.
The Em - C progression covers most of the song.)


Intro:  Em C      ( x 8)

Verse 1:  (Em   C)
27th wagon, full of cotton
Was parked outside my chicken shack door
I kept my crib covered up in satin
In case my baby came around for more
Now I feel, Daddy, somethin's not the same

                G                              Am
'Cause there's weeds, and there's rust

And the roof won't hold the rain

Em   C   Em

Chorus:

G                 Am
I remember better days

   C
Lace in every window

       G
And roses round the gate

  Em                                     Am
Now they've chased away all my friends

 D
And they've locked me out

Am                     C
And hung a sign on the fence

And it says this property is condemned

(Back to :  Em  C    (x4))

Verse 2:

Take me down the Vieux Carre
Where a little girl can get a bed or a bite
If you should see me
Coughin' round the corner
Won't you mix a little sugar with my tonic tonight
I can feel like I'm part of the parade

       G                     Am
'Cause I feel like there's bourbon
Slappin' around in my veins

Em  C   Em

Chorus

Verse 3:
I got a new tiara, Daddy
Take me to the Mardi Gras
Buy me cotton candy, dress me up in satin
Let me be your babydoll
We csan ditch that social worker
In and out the swinging doors on Tchoupitoulas Street
You may call me jailbait
But I aint too little to take the heat
I can feel, phantoms blowin' thru my brain

        G                                Am
And I feel, like I need someone to make em go away

Chorus

Fade out on Em - C