These are the chords that I could discern from the album recording, and they sound
right to me. Capo on 1
(Intro)
D Bm A x2
[Em] [D] [Db] [A]
[G] [A] [D]
[D]This is a [Bm]short man's room[A]
The [D]better [Bm]you watch your head[A]
[Em]I've still got [D]my one good [Db]eye[A]
I ke[G]ep it right [A]next to my b[D]ed
[D]I keep my [Bm]money down here[A]
I [D]dressed it to [Bm]look like a shoe[A]
[Em]I'm saving [D]up for a p[Db]air[A]
Then [G]I'll have more [A]money than [D]you
I d[Bm]rink more than maybe I [F]should
But [Bm]I don't go out when I [F]do
I [Bm]put my feet [A]up in the [Abm]window[E]
And I [G]ride my dreams like a [A]canoe
(Same pattern all the way through.)
And I write letters to the newspapers
And I dance to the talk radio
I'm a volunteer fireman each Christmas
'Cause there's brandy wherever you go
(Break, same chords as intro)
My dad was a natural tenor
He worked at the mill in Lenore
My mother was a mule skinner
And a band leader during the war
I once thought that I'd live forever
I pitched for the Indian leagues
But now I guess I learned some better
You'e only as good as your knees
The better you watch your head
Guy like you
You're not near as tall as you're thinking
But then this is a short man's room
(End on D, add lick)
right to me. Capo on 1
(Intro)
D Bm A x2
[Em] [D] [Db] [A]
[G] [A] [D]
[D]This is a [Bm]short man's room[A]
The [D]better [Bm]you watch your head[A]
[Em]I've still got [D]my one good [Db]eye[A]
I ke[G]ep it right [A]next to my b[D]ed
[D]I keep my [Bm]money down here[A]
I [D]dressed it to [Bm]look like a shoe[A]
[Em]I'm saving [D]up for a p[Db]air[A]
Then [G]I'll have more [A]money than [D]you
I d[Bm]rink more than maybe I [F]should
But [Bm]I don't go out when I [F]do
I [Bm]put my feet [A]up in the [Abm]window[E]
And I [G]ride my dreams like a [A]canoe
(Same pattern all the way through.)
And I write letters to the newspapers
And I dance to the talk radio
I'm a volunteer fireman each Christmas
'Cause there's brandy wherever you go
(Break, same chords as intro)
My dad was a natural tenor
He worked at the mill in Lenore
My mother was a mule skinner
And a band leader during the war
I once thought that I'd live forever
I pitched for the Indian leagues
But now I guess I learned some better
You'e only as good as your knees
The better you watch your head
Guy like you
You're not near as tall as you're thinking
But then this is a short man's room
(End on D, add lick)
