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