The Rumor Mill
Composer: Henning Ohlenbusch
Album: Gentle Hen - The Wrong Record
https://youtu.be/3ntiDUpB3-0?si=6QuIz8fGi4_3d2r4


[Verse 1]
A                                                           Ebdim7
I hadn’t heard what I had done. Turns out that I’m the only one
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Word in this town travels fast. I was the last, the last to know
A                                                            Ebdim7
It doesn’t matter if it’s true, I knew exactly what I had to do
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I grabbed my keys I started to drive to the Florida Keys down 95
Bm                E7               A                   D
But I only got as far as Georgia before my car started dying
Bm                          E7             A                                 D              E7
I passed a sign pointing to Jekyll Island, seemed like the perfect place for hiding.  Get it?


[Verse 2] 
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Or maybe I drove across the states, from the Pioneer Valley to the Golden Gates
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That shouldn’t be plural; there's just one gate. Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I don’t care
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Because I only got as far as Hartford before I got tired of driving
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I pulled over under a make-shift car-port, to visualize my re-arriving
                   E7
It was going to be ugly
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So I manufactured a disguise. Lenses changed the colors of my eyes
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I shaved my head, I grew a beard. I bought my clothes at a different mall
Bm                E7               A                      D
But I only get as far as Main Street before a friend recognizes me
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I guess friend is no longer the right word, now that everyone despises me
   E7
Oh brother!


[Bridge]
Bm              C#7
The jury was confused
F#m                     A  
All my objections were refused
Bm                 E
I was tired, I was used
    E7          A
And court was adjourning
Bm              C#7
I was wrongly accused
F#m                    A
The rumor mill’s been abused
Bm                     E
I’ve always had a long fuse
     E7         A
But, baby, it’s burning


[Verse 3]
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Now I’m all alone I remain unseen. I spend my days staring at screens
D                                A
I’d get no mail if it wasn’t for spam.
                 E
This isn’t who I am
                 A
This isn’t who I am