Eddie

Am F Sitting on the swing Am F Trying to relate to just anything Am F Wonder where it's at Am F Conversations of where it's at G F Ohh yeah G F Ohh yeah Am F People come and stare Am F Wondering who's really there Am F He smiles and says Am F "I could've been one of them" G Oh Eddie, Eddie Am G F He was something different Am G F Oh well he never hurt no one Am G F And I wonder if his father said Am G F "Oh god, he's not my son" Am G F And "Oh god, he's not my son" Am F Oh Eddie Am F He was all alone Am F Walked the streets Am F No place to call home Am F Fingers to his head Am F No one put him to his death G F Ohh G Oh Eddie, Eddie Am G F He was something different Am G F But he never hurt no one Am G F And I wonder if his father said Am G F "Oh god, he's not my son" Am G F And "Oh god, he's not my son" D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D Yeah, tell me something about him D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D 'Cause music's his only prayer Am G F He was something different Am G F But he never hurt no one Am G F And I wonder if his father said Am G F "Oh god, he's not my son" Am G F Oh now Eddie Am G F Oh Eddie, yeah Am G F Oh Eddie Am G F Oh now Eddie Am G F No Eddie, you're not my son Am G F No Eddie, you're not my son Am G F No Eddie, you're not my son Am G F No Eddie, you're not my son Am G F Eddie, you're not my son...