Intro: G D C G F
[G]Everybody's praying for the [D]rains to come
And the [C]snow is gonna fall, down on [G]me
Lost up in the desert with a [D]gun in my hand
And the [C]locust gonna come to find [G]me.
[C7]Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
And the back-room boys still carrying that sa[G]me old tune
[C7]We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
I'd better [D]bring it on up, I'd better [C7]bring it on up on [G]me[F]
Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car
With the sheriff and me, singing out of key
Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars
With that empty bowl laughing right at me
Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune
Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
[G]Everybody's praying for the [D]rains to come
And the [C]snow is gonna fall, down on [G]me
Lost up in the desert with a [D]gun in my hand
And the [C]locust gonna come to find [G]me.
[C7]Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
And the back-room boys still carrying that sa[G]me old tune
[C7]We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
I'd better [D]bring it on up, I'd better [C7]bring it on up on [G]me[F]
Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car
With the sheriff and me, singing out of key
Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars
With that empty bowl laughing right at me
Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune
Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
