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Date: 7/2/00; 6:34:16 PM
From: Ryan Foster <griffeyjr24@excite.com>
Subject: "Stuff"  -- by:  Diamond Rio

***Please help on lyrics on this song ya'll!!...it sounds like he mumbles a
couple of words during the chorus and also in the 2nd verse, it's hard to
figure out a couple of lines, too....thanks ya'll!!***

Diamond Rio
SONG:  "Stuff"
ALBUM:  "Stuff"
Writers:


Intro:  G  D  C  D    G  D  Em  C  D


 G                       D        C
Catalogs fillin' up the mailbox
                      D
Home shoppin' on the cable box
G   D      Em          C      D
W W W dot, oh, there's no escape
 G                          D
Delivery truck comin' up 'round the bend
 C                      D
Beep, beep, beep, just backin' in
      G                 D
Sign here and here and here again
               Em        C    D                  Em
'Cause there's no money down, no payments 'till
            C       Am           D
The whole place is cram-packed filled with...

--CHORUS

 G              D                      C
Stuff (stuff) stack it on, stack it on up
         D                     G
(Stuff) never gonna ever get enough
        D             Em                  C
(Stuff) oh, oh, it's treasured till it's mine
        Am            D          G
And it ain't worth a dime, it's stuff
          D
(Stuff) spreadin' like fleas
 C                         D               G
Draggin' me under in this endless sea of stuff
                   D
(Stuff) ah, there ain't no end 
      Em            C        Am         D   C
Gotta get a bigger place, so I can move in (in)
 D     G      D  C  D    G  D  Em  C  D
More stuff



It's gettin' late, but it's alright

Get it, wal-mart's open up all night

You can catch it all with a quick swipe

It's easier every day

SUV's and mini-vans

Paradin' 'round in caravans

Totin' off more than the tires can stand

'Cause there's no money down, no payments 'till

Every square inch of the whole worlds's filled with...

--CHORUS

 G              D                      C
Stuff (stuff) stack it on, stack it on up
         D                     G
(Stuff) never gonna ever get enough
        D             Em                  C
(Stuff) oh, oh, it's treasured till it's mine
        Am            D          G
And it ain't worth a dime, it's stuff
          D
(Stuff) spreadin' like fleas
 C                         D               G
Draggin' me under in this endless sea of stuff
                   D
(Stuff) ah, there ain't no end 
      Em            C        Am         D   C
Gotta get a bigger place, so I can move in (in)
 D     G      D  C  D    G  D  Em  C  D
More stuff

--BRIDGE

     Em          C
Ah, drag it in, pack it in
    Am                 D
The man with the most, he just wins more...

--CHORUS

 G              D                      C
Stuff (stuff) stack it on, stack it on up
         D                     G
(Stuff) never gonna ever get enough
        D             Em                  C
(Stuff) oh, oh, it's treasured till it's mine
        Am            D          G
And it ain't worth a dime, it's stuff
          D
(Stuff) spreadin' like fleas
 C                         D               G
Draggin' me under in this endless sea of stuff
                   D
(Stuff) ah, there ain't no end 
      Em            C        Am         D   C
Gotta get a bigger place, so I can move in (in)
 D                G     D  C  D
Ah.....oh, more stuff
      G     D  Em  C  D
Oh, stuff
            G     D   C   D       G    D   Em   C   D   G
Never get enough           Aww, stuff!