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