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