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