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