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