D
The Windjammers picking up
F#
with the old man's virginia blend
D
cutting to the quick with his
F#
navy cut
A
hoping that no one will take notice
G
of the ragged dirt
Bm
on his shirtsleeve
D F#
D
He wants a song to
F#
practice his drinking
D F#
the girl with the jukebox voice
A
lost in the memory but caught in the riptide
G Bm
undertow, overload
C#m
Bail on my job slip on my shift
A C#m
drown beneath the surface
C#m
fall to the wreakage get snagged on a line
A G C#m
with the crawfish, and bottom dwellers
G D F#
D F#
Dreams of the thinkers, the expert drinkers
D F#
and the wave of new regulars rolling in
G C#m F# G
come close, stand near, let me hear what you hear
D F#
and put one down....
D F#
put one down....
D F#
put one down....
D F#
Put one down
G C#m F# C