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Barrel Chested

Dunk You In The River 

Engine Joe 

Front Porch 

Get Gone Again 

Gimme Back My Dog 

Haze of Drink 

I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning 

I'll Be Damned 

Lame 

Little Drunk Fists 

One Rung 

Placemat Blues 

Sober Song 

Some New Town 

Stumblin' 

That Is All 

Tilt-A-Whirl 

Trust Jesus 

Whiskey Glass Eye 

Your Excuse 

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Barrel Chested (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(D)I'm (C)broken (G)down and barrel (D)chested (C)(G)again
(D)Some people (C)try for (G)all their lives but they (D)never (C)make a (G)dent
(D) You (C)hang (G)around broke, bored and (D)restless (C) (G)again
(D) Strung out (C)stripped of (G)all your pride with (D)all your (C)money(G) spent

Chorus
(A)But it's not the same when you're not (G)here
Let me (D)make that picture clear
(A)It's not the same when you're not (G)around
I'm left (D)alone here in this town
(A)But it's just as lame for you,
When you (G)leave me feeling (D) so damn cold
I'm (G) wishing we could (D) both get old before
(G)Either one of us (D)pass this way again(A)
And it's not the same when you're not with me, my dear
I've been trying all night long make that picture clear
Still, whose to blame if you don't miss me when I'm not here
Cartoons, clowns and run down towns tend to lose their
charms over the years
But it's not the same when you're not here
Let me make that picture clear
But it's just as lame for you,
When you leave me feeling so damn cold
I'm wishing we could both get old before
Either one of us pass this way again
But it's not the same when you're not here
Let me make that picture clear
It's not the same when you're not around
I'm left alone here in this town
And it's not the same when you don't call
It's not the same that way at all
But it's just as lame for you,
When you leave me feeling so damn cold
I'm wishing we could both get old before
Either one of us pass this way again

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Dunk You In The River (Slobberbone)

From "Crow Pot Pie" (1996 - Doolittle)
Posted and tabbed by Bill


(G)So it (C) seems I pissed you (G)off (C)
And can (G)throw a fit, fuss, (Bm)holler and spit ...
(C) Cuss and bitch and (D)scoff

(G)And true, if I were (C)in your shoes,
I'd (G)do the (F#note)same, my (Em)friend,
Then I'd (C) dunk you in the (D)river once (G)again. (D)

So you talked to all my friends
And you fed them lines, lies and alibis
Tried to do me in

They're all braced for a knock-down bout,
but I don't care who wins
I'll just dunk you in the river once again.

It's a long road outa here
And paved, it seems, with misplaced dreams
Heartache, doubt and fear

But I've finally found a drink
to wash away all the world's sins
And I'll dunk you in the river once again.

'Cause if we can't fight, then be all right,
we're done for in the end ...
I'll just dunk you in the river, once again, oh my friend ...
I'll just dunk you in the river once again ...

‘Cause when I get home and we’re alone
I promise you my friend
That I’ll dunk you in the river once again

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Engine Joe (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(B)Why ya gotta go and sell your soul?
Why ya gotta talk about Engine Joe
(E)Like he's some guy in a fairy tale book?
Everybody knows that he just cooks
(B) Baked beans and brisket in a BBQ stand
On the dirty side of town He's a dirty old man
But he (E) likes his job more than the rest
Who work with him and consider him the best
(F#)Still he wouldn't care if you called him a rat
But (E) why ya gotta talk about Engine Joe like (B)that?
In the very same city on the other side of town
Lives a funny little lady and a rodeo clown
And she swears she's loved him all her life
Promises one day he's gonna make her his wife
Have a couple kids and a little plot of land
Open themselves up a BBQ stand,
Just like Engine Joe on the other side of town
Funny little lady and the rodeo clown
Rodeo clown thinks that Engine Joe is fat
Still he wouldn't talk about Engine Joe like that
Once upon a time there was a race car racer,
And he had himself a suped up AMC Pacer
It was shaped like a bubble, but it drove really fast
Racer couldn't drive so the Pacer it crashed
Got himself a guy with a truck that could tow her
Still he said he didn't think that guy could fix its motor
But that guy he didn't care; he fixed it just the same
I guess that's how Engine Joe got his name
Now he wrangles beef in a BBQ stand
Ever since the day that he mangled his hand
He doesn't care
He just keeps on smokin'
Cigarettes and brisket man
I ain't jokin'

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Front Porch (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(G)Driven to silence, but I'm (C) drowning in (G)sin
(G)My mandolin hangs on the (C)wall once (D)again
(G)I can't seem to find the right (Bm)words from within,
(C) But I won't be (D)looking for (G)long
There comes a time when nothing seems clear'
Your passed out on the front porch with a head full of beer,
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
But I won't be thinking for long
So many years ago when I was pure,
I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure
For all ailments cynical, that's how things were
But I didn't stay drunk for too long
Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up
I sipped from their bottle; I slammed a whole cup
That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up
Cause it didn't sit well for too long
(Em)I was a fool
I was stupid (C) because (D)
I was (Em) mistaking knowledge for (C)just a good (D) buzz
(Em)Five years drunk on wine and (C) words and wit
(Am)Served by cynics and charlatans
They were all full of (D) sh*t
(over "all full of sh*t" play the notes A-B-C-D)
Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret
Line the living room floor that you've often swept
Pop another one open and wretch at the stench
It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench
But there'll come a time when it all seems clear
When your past out on the front porch, your head full of beer
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear,
But I won't be clouded for long
Now I'm driven to silence, and I'm drowning in sin
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
I can't seem to find the right words from within,
But I won't be looking for long
I'll stink of drink 'til I let you in,
Then I won't be stinking for long

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Get Gone Again (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(D)I'm so sick of (A)writin' songs (Em)about screwing (G)up
No matter how much I fall down, seems its never enough
no matter how much good luck comes my way
I'll find some way to ruin it, fall down again the next day
Chorus
(D)Road rash, (A)run down, (Em)wrinkled from the (G)rain,
The song in my heart makes just one sound
but I sing along just the same
And I wonder how long I'll hang around
'fore I go insane, 'fore I break down, and get gone again
(D)Put myself on (A)trial again for (Em)crimes I couldn't (G)see
My naked aggression was picked up with for a charge of indecency
And I remember the way I felt when first it exposed itself to me
Abd I prayed for forgiveness and a sympatheic jury
Chorus
Bridge
(A)And it makes no dif(Bm)ference what you thought(Em) you came here for(G)
Any plans that you might of had, were swept right out the door
And it makes no difference how hard you think you tried
'Cause what you'll find out in the end is just...it's just a lie
(D)There's been girls (A)who loved me(Em), but I cheated on (G)them
With a woman named whiskey, and gin, her best friend
Their affections flow like liquid to a thousand other men
Who'll trade lovin' for liquor, salvation for sin
Chorus
Get gone(G) again,
Get gone again

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Gimme Back My Dog (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(F) Gimme back my dog
(Dm) Gimme back my dog
(Bb) Gimme back my dog
(C) Gimme back my dog
(F) Gimme back my dog
(Dm) Gimme back my dog
(Bb)Gimme back my dog
(C) Gimme back my dog
(Bb)It was mine before I (F) met you
It was (Dm) mine before I'd (Bb) let you come closer and hold it and know it
The (C) way you once knew me
(Bb)It was mine before you (F) knew me
It was (Dm) mine before you'd (Bb)chose me and use me and lose me, refuse me
The (C) way you're now refusing to
Gimme back my dog
It was mine before I'd see you
It was mine before I'd believe you
When you said "I need you" it seems that you were just throwing me a bone
And it was mine before you found me
It was mine before you'd hound me and bound me, ground me then pound me
Like a stray with no way home
Like a dirty stray dog with no way home
So come on girl, you gotta give me some credit
It was mine before you'd go get it and pet it and let it run
When you threw the damn thing it's ball
And it was mine before you liked me
It was mine before you'd try me, lie to me and try to deny me
That you ever loved me at all, yeah so
Gimme back my dog

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Haze Of Drink (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(A) I'm lost in (G) my own (D)town ---- repeat throughout
I wonder why none of my friends come around anymore,
That's for sure, any more
I'd like to swing by and pick you up
I'll put you in the back of my pick-up truck,
And we'll go door to door - door to door....
And get lost in the haze of drink
I get lost in the haze of drink
And I don't give a damn what your friends might say
I don't care what they think
When I'm lost in the haze of drink
Sun down it chokes this town
Beckons me, the king, to come and take my crown,
And so I do
I take it straight,
And I stay out late
Yeah, it's sad to say, but in this town
It's the only way I know to lose this permanent frown
From my face
It's just my fate...
And get lost in the haze of drink
I get lost in the haze of drink
And I don't give a damn what your friends might say
I don't care what they think
When I'm lost in the haze of drink
It used to be something that we did for fun,
But now it seems all of my friends have moved on
And left me here all alone
I'll probably wake up in the morning in a pool of sick
But if you see me on the sidewalk, you can give me a kick
I'll say thanks and get back up and get back down...
And get lost in the haze of drink
I get lost in the haze of drink
And I don't give a damn what your friends might say
I don't care what they think
When I'm lost in the haze of drink

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I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(F)Not much in this (C) trailer, now
(G)A picture book, remote control, and a (C)cookie jar shaped like a cow,
(F)A macrame‚ frame, 'round a (C)picture of me,
(G)Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a (C)black and white T.V.
(F)There's a baby in the bedroom that (C)doesn't know you there
As you're (G)lying in the bathtub with (C)shampoo in your hair
And the (F)radio is playing some (C)fucked up country song ...
And (G)sorta like us it's sad and sweet, but (C)it won't last for long ...
Chorus

'Cause I can (F)tell your love is waning from the (Dm)looks and smell of it,
It's like getting (G)caught behind a (F)cattle truck and (Em)all you smell is (Dm)shit
Getting (G)caught behind a (F)cattle truck and (Em)all you smell is (Dm)shit
I don't know(C)
Not much in this trailer, now
A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,
A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me, Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.
There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know your there
As you're lying in the bathtub running water through your hair
And the radio is plays "Mack the Knife" ...
And I begin to think as I pull myself a steak knife from the bottom of the kitchen sink
Chorus
Not much in this trailer, now
A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped like a cow,
A macrame‚ frame, 'round a picture of me,
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.
There's a baby in the bedroom -- doesn't know your there
As you're lying in the bathtub with blood all in your hair
And the radio plays so damn loud I can't hear myself think ...
As I wash the blood from my fingers and the knife in the bathroom sink ...

Chorus
But I know that if we could just get past, these foul moods we're in ...
We could drive on down the highway, girl, with all our windows rolled down once again ...

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I'll Be Damned (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(CaddG) Well I've seen you hanging (F) around for a(Fm)while,
(C) And I wish that (G) you'd just go a(C)way (G)
(CaddG) Cause I've been stuck in this old (F) town for a(Fm)while,
(C) And this town has (G) seen it's better (C)days (G)
(CaddG) And I'll be damned if I'll let you
(F) Be a part of (Fm)some new start
And (C) make me lose my (G) will to leave this (C) place (G)
And I'll be (CaddG) damned if I'll let you
(F) Take my heart (Fm)and tear it apart
And (C) make me watch the (G) tears fall from your (C) face
You can find me here each night, and I'll be drinking
I'm trying to lose these blues and these woes
Then you'll find me in the morning, and I'll be thinking,
Where did all of my money go?
But I'll be damned if I'll let you
Pick me up and brush me off
And give myself a reason to live
And I'll be damned if I'll let you Take me in and be my friend
And give me something all my money can't give
Guess I finally got my wish
You've gone away
I guess I've proven that I am a man
But I know that I'll just go to **** in all my days
And to this town will be damned; I'll be damned
I'll be damned if I didn't let you
Be a part of some new start
And make me lose my will to leave this place
And I'll be damned if I didn't let you;
You took my heart and tore it apart
And made me watch the tears fall from your face

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Lame (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(G)Now everything's fine(G-C-G)
But I'm still gonna whine (G-C-G)
You've got eyes that shine (G-c-G),
But they aren't (C) mine unless I (D)pay for them in full
(G)And that's the rule(G-C-G)
And I guess that's cool(G-C-D)
(C)But I ain't no (D)fool,
And I won't be (C) made to look like I'm some (D) troglodyte
(C) I won't come home (D)until it's night
(C)Can't be seen just (D)hanging around,
(C) Unless you (D)come along
Girl if you go, I'm gonna stay home
But if you stay, I'll go away,
And I won't come back all night
No that ain't right, but let's not fight
These words are trite, but there the only ones I know
You must have things to do,
And I can't always be with you
There's a thousand reasons I could name,
But every single one is lame
You take these chains, break these ties that bind me
my whole life
Take me home, I don't mind, and now we both hate life
Face down in some bar you'll find me waiting, wife,
calling out your name
Now wait a minute dear
Get yourself another beer
And as long as you're there, Get me one too and we'll work this thing all out
I had no doubt
Don't you sit there and pout

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Little Drunk Fists (Slobberbone)

Posted Fatelvis and transcribed by RogerH

Intro:

D A D A D A G D


(D)Little drunk (A)fists across the (D)tip of my (A)chin
(D)Guess I should have (A)known that they'd (G)be there (D)again

(D)Little Drunk (A)fists across the (D)width of my(A) jaw
(D)gets sometimes to where (A)I just don't feel them at (D)all

(G)That's (D)ok
(G)I can wait (D)another day
(G)for these (D)stupid concessions to be (E)made
(G)you weren't (D)to blame for
(G)checkin johnny walker's (D)name on the
(G)policeman's (D)notebook when (E)he came

Little drunk fists need some to their own
went out to meet some friends but
ended up all alone

Little drunk fists find and pick up the phone
but fumble on the numbers when they try
to dial home

That's ok
I can wait another day
for these stupid concessions to be made
You weren't to blame for checkin for johnny walker's name
on the policeman's notebook when he came

Little drunk fists raised for just one more round
end up buying six when the fifth hit the ground

Little baby fists touch my face, clutch my nose
but they'd rather touch their mothers but she don't know

Little drunk fists drove
the car home last night
turned left on oak street
when they should have turned right

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One Rung (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(C) Now it's 3 AM,
And the (F) walls are closing (C) in
I can hear them whisper, "That fool,
He's done it (G) again"
The (C) air has turned cold,
(F) But I can't reach my (C) window
So I lay here twisted, and I
(G) Pray for the dreams to (C) flow
Another day done;
Plenty of work, no fun,
And in a bottle or a T.V. dinner
Solace comes
One bad day leads to more,
Like the one drink that you pour,
And becomes a lifetime of hopes
And dreams ignored
(F) I never made any (C) specific plans
(Am) I'd always said you knew (Dm) I was just a simple (F) man
(F)And I never made any (C) deals with you
(Am) I (Dm) never knew that I (G) needed to
You spend your whole life waiting for something to change
Something or someone to come around and rearrange
You spend your whole damn life trying to climb just one rung,
With nothing to do, if it never comes

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Placemat Blues (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(A)Get up from the table and just walk a(F#)way
There's nothing for me any(D)way
No reason that I should (A)stay
Where's the place at the table for folks like (F#m) me?
There's not one that I can (D)see
Not one I can (A)see
Used to be nothing sweeter than the signals it could (F#m)send
The musical hand it could (D)lend
Could be a lonely man's best (A)friend
Where's the place at the table for folks like (F#m)them
Do you not want what they can (D)spend?
Where's your place for (A)them?
Now don't tell me that (F#)you don't see these (D)things all side(A)ways
I wish that (F#m)you might one day (D)see things my (A)way
I know what you say, you say you serve the youth
You serve them Bizkits and Korn with a spoon
But I think you just serve you
Where's the place at the table for folks like us
When there's no one that we can trust?
Where's the place for us?
Now don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways
I hope that you might one day see these things my way
That's my rant, I bet it don't make a dent
I waste all these little laments
And wait for accidents
So go on buy it all, buy it all and sell it off
The towers, the meters, the speakers, the knobs
Send it back to God
Just don't tell me that you don't see these things all sideways
And don't tell me that I might one day see things your way
We should kick your ass from here to Friday
Then maybe you might one day see these things my way

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Sober Song (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

G D C
Hey I been drinkin', I bet you couldn't tell
G D C
The way I'm stinkin', as if you couldn't smell
D C
But what I'm thinkin', you just can't ever tell
Em C D
And that's the way that I want it to staY
G D C
And now I'm sinkin', guess once again I fell
G D C
My head is shrinkin', where once it used to swelL
G D C
Your friends are winkin', but they can all go straight to hell
Em C D
I'm tired of them and their condescending grins.
Am G Am G
You say I'll never find the answers to what's on my mind
Am G D
Waiting in the bottom of some glass
Am G Am G
And I must agree with you, your words, they all ring true
Am G D
The answer's in the liquor -- make it last.
That's all I'm trying to do is make it ... G D C
Last night I saw you ... with some boy from town
And I didn't want to ... so I drank a few more rounds
And I tried to call you ... but he said you weren't around
And I know that he lied, but you can't say I didn't try.
So I kept boozin' ... 'til the night wore thin
While you kept smoozin' with all kinds of men
I guess I'm losin' that precious upperhand
But that's O.K. I don't need it much these days.
See, there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side
He gives me a place to go when things get bleak
He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
Gives me strength when I'm feelin' weak ...
He makes me numb when I feel like a freak.
You say I'll never find the answers to what's on my mind
Waiting in the bottom of some glass
And I must agree with you, your words, they all ring true
The answer's in the liquor -- make it last.
That's all I'm trying to do is make it last ...
You say he's good to you, but I do things he'd never do
There's a certain kind of love you can't dispute
I'll bum you smokes ... I'll buy you beer ...
I'll pick you up off the back porch, dear ...
Hold your hair when you have to puke ...
That's what I'm trying to tell you ...
That I've been drinkin', I bet you couldn't tell
The way I'm stinkin', as if you couldn't smell
But what I'm thinkin', you just can't ever tell
And that's the way that I want things to stay.
And now I'm sinkin', guess once again I fell
My head is shrinkin', where once it used to swell
Your friends are winkin', but they can all go straight to hell
There thinkin' I should just move on, give up the wine and beer
But drinkin' ain't the only reason that I loved you, dear
So why should I give up the only thing I like to do?
There's just no gettin' sober over you ...
No gettin' sober over you ....

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Some New Town (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(F) Got in your (Gm) car, you never (Am) turned a(Bb)round
And I (F) hope you're (Gm)happy in (Am)your new (Bb)town
And I (F) hope you (Gm)live where (Am) nothing goes (Bb) wrong
And the (F) bars stay (Gm) open (Am) all (Bb) night long
Hope you live where everyone's happy, and I
Hope you live where nothing gets crappy, and I
Hope the sidewalks and the streets are clean, and I
Hope you've got good weather and everything, this is
(C) Just a phone call from the (Dm) place you once lived
Where we're still (Eb)waiting for the sleet and (Bb)rain to give
(C)It's just a line from (Dm)your old town
Where we're still (Eb)drinking to the times when (Bb)you were around
Days were we gave you good times and more
Enough for you to break down and call this town yours, you gave us
Remedies for everything ****ty
Back when girls were pretty, yeah this is
Just a letter from this house you once blessed
Where I'm still waiting for the forwarding address
Just a note from the past we once shared
Where I'm still waiting on a present from the future to get me there
I know your new town is so far away
That I could maybe come and visit but could never stay
It's just me calling from a town so far
And I'm still waiting on directions to wherever you are
Times were I wouldn't hold your arm
For fear of letting go of the other one
Fears I had to kiss you
With my eyes closed I might miss you if you
Looked at me in some way I hadn't seen, if you
Took my words in some way I didn't mean
If your smile showed signs of some inner frown
Of thoughts of packing up and moving on to some new town

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Stumblin' (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

So I (Am)picked a fight with Jesus Christ, now I'm (C) thinkin' I was (D)wrong
'Cause when you (Am)pick a fight with the Prince of Peace, (C)you won't last for (D)long
It's a (Am)one-lane highway straight to Hell ...(C) (D)
And I (Am) driven it so many times, you can bet I (C) know it (D)well.
He said "Trust in me, I'm the King of kings, and you, my friend, are in a rut."
But what I was looking for was the king of beers so I said, "Won't you be my bud."
It's a back-slide spiral -- I'm drownin' fast
But if this is my last drownin' chance, you can bet I'll make it last
(G)I (D)once called you my (C) friend, now I'm (D)stumblin' once again
(G)I'm (D)slurrin' words & (C)bustin' bottles (D)over the heads of saints
(G)I (D)know it's been so (C)long, but I still (D)see you when your gone
(G)I still (D) feel the weight of that (C) look upon your (D)face almost every day.
Now I'm stumblin' like some drunken preacher, drooling on his vest
I'm mumblin' like some old proud bum, who swears he knew him best
It's a back-slide spiral -- I'm drownin' fast
But if this is my last drownin' chance, you can bet I'll make it last
I once called you my friend, now I'm stumblin' once again
I'm slurrin' words and bustin' bottles over the heads of saints
I know it's been so long, but I still see you when your gone
I still feel the weight of that look upon your face almost every day.
God knows it's true, and so do you, that something's got to change
But if change is really all around me, I think I'll stay the same
What's the point in change when nothing lasts?
I once could keep myself afloat, but now I'm sinkin' fast ...
Can't you see
I once called you my friend, now I'm stumblin' once again
I'm slurrin' words & bustin' bottles over the heads of saints
I know it's been so long, but I still see you when your gone
I still feel the weight of that look upon your face almost every day.

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That Is All (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

All this (G) talk of fire, of (D) gumption and direction
Leave you (Em) reaching for some (Bm) kind of resurrection as to
(C) Who you thought you (G)were and who you thought you'd (D) be
They'll say it's the (G) trying not the being, the (D) journey not arrival
But (Em)all I'm seeing's (Bm) discouraging reprisals
Of (C) every mistake I've (G) made and all the things I'll never be
And every (C) version of me I (D) tried so hard not to (G) miss
Gets (C) stabbed and shot with the (D) thought of someone (G) else's kiss
There's (C) just no easy (D) way to say
That (G) everything (G/F#m)you thought was (Em) right was wrong (C) today
That is (D) all, go aw(G)ay
So go on and sing another about the drinking and fights,
Cracks in the sidewalk, the darkness of night
Can you still believe it'll all put you closer to the light?
'Cause yeah direction's just an arrow, not a place to reside
Though "home is where you find it" and "time is on your side"
But none of that crap means squat alone on a Sunday night
And every version of me I tried so hard to retain
Gets swallowed and sweat out and pissed on down the drain
There's just no easy way to say
That everything you thought was right was wrong today
Move along, 'cause you can't stay

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Tilt-A-Whirl (Slobberbone)

From "Crow Pot Pie" (1996 - Doolittle)
Posted and tabbed by Bill


(G)Have you ever been drivin' home, late at night
And (A)found yourself enraptured by a (C)captivating site
(G)The mystical allure of blinkin', twinklin', twirly lights
(A)Shinin' in your baby's eyes can (C) seem so right

And that girl, she makes you stop, in that Wal-Mart parking lot
The smell of sweaty people on the summer's air so hot
You buy a roll of tickets at fifty cents a pop
You're thinkin' that it's gonna be cool, but I'm tellin' you that it's not, no ...

'Cause looks can be deceiving if you know what I mean
A shiny patch of happiness may not be what it seems
I learned that lesson long ago, much to my chagrin
But not before the whole damn thing came crashin' to an end

It looked so cool ... looked so fun, I thought
The picture-perfect perch from which to get me some -- the top
But the wheel, it was junk and that carny, he was drunk
And they sent my baby flyin' across the parking lot

Tilt-A-Whirl ... it took my girl ... it took my happiness away from me
And it put me in traction, it's the Devil's contraption
It's the bane of my existence, fellas, listen to me!
It's no mechanical cupid ... don't be stupid ...
No matter how she begs and whines, don't listen to that girl
If you know how to handle her, you'll ride the Scrambler ...
But keep away from that Tilt-A-Whirl ...

But looks can be deceiving if you know what I mean
A shiny patch of happiness may not be what it seems
I learned that lesson long ago, much to my chagrin
But not before the whole damn thing came crashin' to an end

It looked so cool ... looked so fun, I thought
The picture-perfect perch from which to get me some -- the top
But the wheel, it was junk and that carny, he was drunk
And they sent my baby flyin' across the parking lot

Tilt-A-Whirl ... you took my girl ... you took my happiness away from me
And it put me in traction, it's the Devil's contraption
It's the bane of my existence, fellas, listen to me!
It's no mechanical cupid ... don't be stupid ...
No matter how she begs and whines, don't listen to that girl
If you know how to handle her, you'll ride the Scrambler ...
But keep away from that Tilt-A-Whirl ...

Tilt-A-Whirl ... you took my girl ...

Tilt-A-Whirl ... you took my girl ...

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Trust Jesus (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(G) A traveling (D) salesman, the (Em) road was his (C) life as he
(G) Carved a (D) path through all the (Em) struggle and the (C) strife of this
(G) Great big (D) nation (Em) falling to it's knees
Oh (C) Lord please give us the (D) strength
(G) The World Book was his (D) trade but (Em) paint was his (C) tool
(G) A Chrysler his (D) engine but the (Em) Good Book his (C) fuel
(G) Concrete his (D) canvas, his (Em) message was simple
And at the (C) start of every day he would (D) pray:
(C) Lord, I'm (G) only (D) just one (C) man
(C) Lord, I've (G) only (D)got two (C) hands
(C) Lord, I'll (G) do the (D) best I (C) can(D)
San Diego to Boston and all points between
From Brownsville, Texas up to Canada in the spring
From the Great Smoky Mountains to the Bitteroot Range
It's all the same
Some'd say he's a messenger and some would say a sage
Some would say a vandal but I guess it's hard to guage
Travel any highway in this land and you can probably catch his track
But you won't ever catch him in the act
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
Now one day this world is gonna curl up and burst
It's gonna choke on it's own tongue and die of it's own thirst
Until that day comes our roads will always be long
But he's left signposts to guide us along
On overpass columns from Mexico to Maine
The color may vary but the message doesn't change
He knows he's not judged by his works, he does it just the same
And at the start of every day he would pray:
Lord, I'm only just one man
Lord, I've only got two hands
Lord, I'll do the best I can
Lord, help me help them to understand

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Whiskey Glass Eye (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(G)I can remember a time you ( C ) could see the sunshine, (D)we were so fine

(G)And I can remember a time when (C)darkness only fell on (D)you in the night-time

(G)Then there came a time when (C )all we did was (D)bitch and bicker

(G)And I can remember a time when this (C )shot glass here was (D)full of liquor, but ...

(C) I (D)know what you feelin'
(C) I (D)know what you thinkin'
'Cause you're (G)thinkin' so (G/F#m)loud it's (Em)coming out your (C) mouth(D)
(C) I (D)know what your hearin'
(C ) I (D)know what your seein'
But you're (G) lookin' so (G/F#m)hard and your (Em)eyes are bleedin'
(C) Oh yeah, you're (D) lookin' with your whiskey glass (G)eye ...(C) (D)
And so as time went by, I watched you sinkin' deeper and deeper
And you tried with all your might to catch yourself one that might be a keeper
Should've come as no surprise to find out things just ain't that easy
And you had your hand on the prize but it slipped right out
'cause your hands were greasy, but ...
I know what you feelin'
I know what you thinkin'
'Cause you're thinkin' so loud it's coming out your mouth
I know what your hearin'
I know what your seein'
But you're lookin' so hard and your eyes are bleedin'
Oh yeah, and you're lookin' with your whiskey glass eye ...
And now you're stuck in mud and your gears are low and your wheels are spinnin'
And it don't look like your gonna ever free yourself from
drinkin',smokin',fightin',cryin' and sinnin', but,
I know what you feelin'
I know what you thinkin'
'Cause you're thinkin' so loud it's coming out your mouth
I know what your hearin'
I know what your seein'
But you're lookin' so hard and your eyes are bleedin'
Oh yeah, and you're lookin' with your whiskey glass eye ...
Whiskey glass eye ...

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Your Excuse (Slobberbone)

Posted and transcribed by Bill

(G) Gunned down in the (C) middle of things,
this (Am)thing between you and (G) me
I had no clue, and (C) neither did you,
of (Am) anything so unfore(G)seen
You're damn right, you can't fight
the need to be your own friend
But it gets so old, and you're so cold,
for the one that's waiting for you in the end
So come on
Dumb luck, I guess I messed up,
telling you all where to go
But it seemed so right to try to cause a fight,
I guess that goes to show what I know
You're damn right, you can't fight
the need to be your own friend
But it gets so old, and you're so cold,
for the one that's waiting for you in the end
So I say, hell yes, I confess,
to always wanting things to be the same
But this change you use as your excuse
for leaving me behind, well that's lame
Gunned down in the middle of things,
this thing between you and me
I had no clue, and neither did you,
of anything so unforeseen
You're damn right, you can't fight
the need to be your own friend
But it gets so old, and you're so cold,
for the one that's waiting for you in the end
So I say, hell yes, I confess,
to always wanting things to be the same
But this change you use as your excuse
for leaving me behind, well that's lame
And it's too late, I guess that's just great,
telling me how things should stay
But the truth be known, I'd rather be alone
than to have to live like this another day
Come on

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