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