Cover Of The Rolling Stone

{title:Cover of the Rolling Stone}

{st: Dr. Hook}

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Well we are big rock singers

we've got golden fingers

and we're loved everywhere we [E]go,

we sing about beauty and we sing about thruth

at ten thousand dollars a [A]show;

we take all kind of pills

to give us all kind of thrills,

but the thrill we've never [D]known,

is the [E]thrill that'll get you

when you get your picture

on the cover of the Rolling [A]Stone

{c: CHORUS:}

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[A]Rolling [E]Stone -

wanna see my picture on the cover

[A]wanna buy five copies for my mother

[E]wanna see my smilin' face

on the [D]cover of the Rolling [A]Stone

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I've got a freaky lady

name o' Cocaine Katy

who embroiders on my [E]jeans,

I've got my poor old gray-haired Daddy,

drivin' my limou[A]sine

Now it's all designed

to blow our minds

but our minds won't really be [D]blown,

like the [E]blow that'll get you

when you get your picture

on the cover of the Rolling [A]Stone

{c: CHORUS}

We got a lot of

little blue-eyed, teenage groupies

who do anything we [E]say,

we got a genuine Indian guru,

who's [E7]teachin' us a better [A]way,

we got all the friends

that money can buy,

so we never have to be a[D]lone,

and we [E]keep gettin' richer

but we can't get our picture

on the cover of the Rolling [A]Stone

{c: 2 x CHORUS}

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