[Intro] Aadd9  G#m7  C#m7  Bm7  A  Am7  E 

[First Part]

F#m7                          G#m7        Gm7
So he drives a cadillac baby
F#m7                            G#m7        Gm7
His belt buckles diamond-plated
F#m7                     G#m7           Gm7
He treats you like a lady, yes he does and
F#m7                          B
Tells you you are underrated
D                                      Aadd9
It seems like nothing could go wrong

[Chorus]

               G#m7  C#m7               Bm7  A             
When the levee blo - ows, and the tears fall down your face
        Am7                            E           Aadd9     
Will it feel the same, I don't know
                  G#m7  C#m7               Bm7  A               
When the curtains clo - ose, and you stand in   awe alone
          Am7                     E                     
Will your pretty eyes still show
            Am7                        E                
That you've played this game before

[Segunda Parte]

F#m7                            G#m7             Gm7              
So he went to Harvard
F#m7                                G#m7             Gm7
Builds schools down to Guatemala
F#m7                                G#m7             Gm7
Spends every Tuesday night with his mama
F#m7                       B                                         D                       
Look I get it, the man's a six-five, blue eyed, American Dalai Lama
                                   Aadd9                     
I just want you to be careful

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B|----------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-------------------------2h4-2p0--------------------------------|
D|---------2-------------2---------2------------------------------|
A|-----2h4---2h4-----2h4------------------------------------------|
E|-0-0-----------0-0----------------------------------------------|

There's always rocks in the streams, 
There's always a stem in your grass
There's always a snag at the seam
Well theres always a ghost in your past
You might think that you can hide
You might think that you can cope
You might bottle it up inside but
Ooooooooh sugar don't

[Chorus]

Same thing as the interlude fade out

When the levee blows
When the levee blows