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Capo 2 in the key of D (D, F#7, G in the verses, D, A, G in chorus)
Capo 4
Well [C]two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics
It was [E7]time to hit the bricks, it was [F]time for me to go
And [C]I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
Actin as [E7]though I could not care less and [F]hopin' she would show
Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall
Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone
Chorus:
Well I'm gonna [C]give it one more [G]minute, give me [F]one more round of rum
Well I'm as [G]empty as a drum, I'm as [F]empty as a drum
[C]Could you spare a c[G]igarette, I[F] hate to be a bum
But here's to [G]hopin' she'll still come, I'm too [F]old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to be this [C]dumb
Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see
Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer
Chorus
When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late
Oh what a mess we got into
Capo 2 in the key of D (D, F#7, G in the verses, D, A, G in chorus)
Capo 4
Well [C]two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics
It was [E7]time to hit the bricks, it was [F]time for me to go
And [C]I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
Actin as [E7]though I could not care less and [F]hopin' she would show
Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck
Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own
And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall
Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone
Chorus:
Well I'm gonna [C]give it one more [G]minute, give me [F]one more round of rum
Well I'm as [G]empty as a drum, I'm as [F]empty as a drum
[C]Could you spare a c[G]igarette, I[F] hate to be a bum
But here's to [G]hopin' she'll still come, I'm too [F]old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to be this [C]dumb
Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see
Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer
Chorus
When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar
Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me
Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late
Oh what a mess we got into
