Some of the lyrics may be off as they were hard to hear.
Corrections encouraged.
Capo 5th fret
[F(maj7)] [C(maj7)]
[F]When I was a c[C]hild, my mother [F]said to me[C]
[F]You cant spend all your days alone In the [C]shade of a c[F]herry tree[G][C]
[F]My brother cut the roof off a L[C]incoln, cause his doctor said l[F]ose some weig[C]ht[C7]
[F]And the t[C]ape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing,
[C] as they dro[F]ve from th[G]e garden st[C]ate to the[F] light[C]s of[C7] the golden gate
[F]Ive been miss[C]ing you, so listen, id like to ask yo[G]u could you drive to town?
[F]And Ive been [C]thinking about your Lincoln continent[G]al with the sunroof down
[F]When the kid came down from Lennox, yeah, y[C]awning was the talk of[F] the town[C]
[F]A real high roller, a self-promoter, sai[C]d the band was the bes[F]t aroun[G]d[C]
[F] [C][F]
He[C] said I got a lit[C7]tle money from the performing; I bought a new suit and hat
[F] [C][F][G]
I said, "Perfor[C]ming what?," you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."
[F]I said, "Who the hell [C]is that?"[C7]
[F] [C]
But I can pl[G]ay a little old time fiddle; we can start a little country band.
[F] [C]
And I was think[G]ing in your Lincoln we can bum around the promise land
[Am]And the worl[C]d will open u[Am]p for us[G]
[Am]at least I b[C]rought our br[Am]oken cup(?)[G]
[F]Probation officer john Collins[C] was a paranoid[F] psychopath[C]
[F] [C][F][G]
He had to paint the[C] fence by the [C7]roller rink for the committee of industrial trash
[F]You cant find the business end of a rifle[C]
[F]Youre the devil from an Irish saint[C]
[F] [C] [F][G]
I [C]said I got no cares in those affairs what I was, what I am, or ain't
I [F]got a lot of fence to pai[C]nt[C7]
[F]I've got no loving all because I got in fro[C]m crossing lines[G]
[F]You got me thinking, even Lincoln, must hav[C]e felt a little lost sometime[G]
[Am]And the worl[C]d will open up[Am] for us[G]
[Am]at least I b[C]rought our bro[Am]ken cup(?)[G]
[C]
Corrections encouraged.
Capo 5th fret
[F(maj7)] [C(maj7)]
[F]When I was a c[C]hild, my mother [F]said to me[C]
[F]You cant spend all your days alone In the [C]shade of a c[F]herry tree[G][C]
[F]My brother cut the roof off a L[C]incoln, cause his doctor said l[F]ose some weig[C]ht[C7]
[F]And the t[C]ape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing,
[C] as they dro[F]ve from th[G]e garden st[C]ate to the[F] light[C]s of[C7] the golden gate
[F]Ive been miss[C]ing you, so listen, id like to ask yo[G]u could you drive to town?
[F]And Ive been [C]thinking about your Lincoln continent[G]al with the sunroof down
[F]When the kid came down from Lennox, yeah, y[C]awning was the talk of[F] the town[C]
[F]A real high roller, a self-promoter, sai[C]d the band was the bes[F]t aroun[G]d[C]
[F] [C][F]
He[C] said I got a lit[C7]tle money from the performing; I bought a new suit and hat
[F] [C][F][G]
I said, "Perfor[C]ming what?," you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."
[F]I said, "Who the hell [C]is that?"[C7]
[F] [C]
But I can pl[G]ay a little old time fiddle; we can start a little country band.
[F] [C]
And I was think[G]ing in your Lincoln we can bum around the promise land
[Am]And the worl[C]d will open u[Am]p for us[G]
[Am]at least I b[C]rought our br[Am]oken cup(?)[G]
[F]Probation officer john Collins[C] was a paranoid[F] psychopath[C]
[F] [C][F][G]
He had to paint the[C] fence by the [C7]roller rink for the committee of industrial trash
[F]You cant find the business end of a rifle[C]
[F]Youre the devil from an Irish saint[C]
[F] [C] [F][G]
I [C]said I got no cares in those affairs what I was, what I am, or ain't
I [F]got a lot of fence to pai[C]nt[C7]
[F]I've got no loving all because I got in fro[C]m crossing lines[G]
[F]You got me thinking, even Lincoln, must hav[C]e felt a little lost sometime[G]
[Am]And the worl[C]d will open up[Am] for us[G]
[Am]at least I b[C]rought our bro[Am]ken cup(?)[G]
[C]
