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The TV man spoke of death on some coast I saw all the crumbling debris It dealt me a blow, but I'm thankful to know That it could never happen to me I am standing on motionless land A constant under my feet I've got four walls and a roof overhead It could never happen to me I feel for the poor folks who wander the streets In search of their daughters and sons It's sad there are people with nothing to eat I'm thankful I'll never be one I've worked for my family and home My whole life I fought to be free No one deserves to be homeless, alone But it could never happen to me I've lived my life, righteous and wise And chosen my path carefully Someone just has to be smiling on high Cuz this could never happen to me No I'm not without flaws, and I've suffered through loss I've got problems that weigh on my mind I've got bills to pay, and a son on the way So I've got to save every dime These things always happen so far from my door As if tragedy lives overseas I wish I could help, but I'm glad for myself That it could never happen to me
Tuning: Open D (DADGbAD), capo 5