G C G
She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago
D
When East St. Louis was not far away
G C G
She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed
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Skate around and around till the night became day
G C G
The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere
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From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.
G C G
With their hearts all aglow from her icy back at you stare
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Then her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see
G D C
And she told herself that this was enough
G D
For a girl who was born in an oil drum
G D C
She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff
G D G
She didn't need it but she still wanted some
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Oooohhhhhh ohhh yeah
Em C
Aaaaaaahhhhhh ohhhhh yeah
G D Em C G
Ahhhhhhhhh
C G
She had one thing that she liked and she kept around
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She would take it with her to the riverbed
G C G
As she skated around she always thought of a pretty sound that she heard
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as a girl in her mother's bed
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The sound of some breathing another breath in and out when some lungs
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expand and contract like they do
G C G
And she looked at herself in the ice of the riverbed and she saw a girl
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one which she could see through
G D C
And she told herself that this was enough
G D
For a girl who was born in an oil drum
G D C
She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff
G D G
She didn't need it but she still wanted some
D
Oooohhhhhh ohhh yeah
Em C
Aaaaaaahhhhhh ohhhhh yeah
G D Em C
Ahhhhhhhhh
G
she still wanted some
D
she still needed someone
Em C
Ohhhh yeah, ohhhhh yeahhh
G
she still wanted some
D
she still needed someone
Em C
Ohhhh yeah, ohhhhh yeahhh