[Intro]
B
[Strophe]
B                G#                  E               B 
You only got one finger left and its pointing at the door
B                     G#               E                  B 
And you're taking for granted what the Lord's made on the floor
B                     G#             E                   B 
So I'm picking up the pieces and I'm putting them up for sale
B                              G#              E            B 
Throw your meal ticket out the window put your skeletons in jail
[Refrain]
F#                                B 
Cuz' Lord only knows its getting late
F#                                   B 
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
E                  G#            B              G# 
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall
G                    F#             B 
Throwing you two bit cares down the drain
Drum
[Solo]
B
[Strophe]
B                G#         E                 B 
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
B               G#                  E                  B 
You will do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
B        G#                 E                B 
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
B                   G#           E             B 
Don't call when the new age gets old enough to drink
[Refrain]
F#                                B 
Cuz' Lord only knows its getting late
F#                               B 
Your senses are gone so don't hesitate
E              G#           B             G# 
Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill
G                     F#              B 
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
[Instrumentale]
B D A F# E
B D A F# E
[Strophe]
B      D A      F#      E       B      D A 
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
     F#            E    B/D-A/F#/E 
Just passing through
B      D A      F#      E 
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
[Outro]
 
Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants