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[Intro]B[Verse]B G# E BYou only got one finger left and its pointing at the doorB G# E BAnd you're taking for granted what the Lord's made on the floorB G# E BSo I'm picking up the pieces and I'm putting them up for saleB G# E BThrow your meal ticket out the window put your skeletons in jail[Chorus]F# BCuz' Lord only knows its getting lateF# BYour senses are gone so don't you hesitateE G# B G#To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fallG F# BThrowing you two bit cares down the drainDrum[Solo]B[Verse]B G# E BInvite me to the seven seas like some seasick manB G# E BYou will do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I canB G# E BTitanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pinkB G# E BDon't call when the new age gets old enough to drink[Chorus]F# BCuz' Lord only knows its getting lateF# BYour senses are gone so don't hesitateE G# B G#Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to killG F# BThrowing your two bit cares down the drain[Instrumental]B D A F# EB D A F# E
[Verse]B D A F# E B D AOdelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelayF# E B/D-A/F#/EJust passing throughB D A F# EOdelay, odelay, odelay, odelay[Outro]
Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants