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B G# E B
You only got one finger left and it's pointing at the door
B G# E B
And you're taking for granted what the Lord's made on the floor
B G# E B
So I'm picking up the pieces and putting them up for sale
B G# E B
Throw your meal ticket out the window put your skeletons in jail
F# B
Cuz' Lord only knows it's getting late
F# B
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
E G# B G#
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall
G F# B
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
B G# E B
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
B G# E B
you do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
B G# E B
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
B G# E B
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink
F# B
Cuz' Lord only knows it's getting late
F# B
Your senses are gone so don't hesitate
E G# B G#
To move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill
G F# B
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
B A F# E B A
Odelay odelay odelay odelay odelay odelay
F# E B A F# E
Just passing through, odelay odelay odelay odelay
Going back to Houston do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston to get me some pants
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