James Taylor

^A Now I'm just a bar ^A7 tender
And I ^D don't like my ^Bm7 work
But I d ^E on't mind the money at ^A all ^{E F#m7 E/G#}
I see l ^A ots of sad f ^A7 aces
And l ^D ots of bad ^Bm7 cases
Of ^E folks with their backs to the w ^A all ^{E F#m7 E/G#}
Chorus: But I need ^A four walls a ^A7 round me to ^D hold my ^Bm7 life
To ^E keep me from going a- ^A stra ^E y ^{F#m7 E/G#}
And a ^A honky-tonk an ^A7 gel to h ^D old me tight ^Bm7
To ^E keep me from slipping ^A away ^{E F#m7 E/G#}
I can l ^A ight up your ^A7 smokes
I can l ^D augh at your ^Bm7 jokes
I can w ^E atch you fall down on your ^A knees ^{E F#m7 E/G#}
I can c ^A lose down this ^A7 bar
I can g ^D as up my ^Bm7 car
I can p ^E ack up and mail in my ^A key ^{E F#m7 E/G#}
Chorus:
Now, the ^A smoke fills the ^A7 air
In this ^D honky-tonk b ^Bm7 ar
And I'm t ^E hinking 'bout where I'd rather ^A be ^{E F#m7 E/G#}
But I b ^A urned all my b ^A7 ridges
I s ^D ank all my s ^Bm7 hips
And I'm s ^E tranded at the edge of the ^A sea ^{E F#m7 E/G#}
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/ / )_(__(_ - "Look out for that root." -James Taylor
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