G Everybody's praying for the D rains to come
And the C snow is gonna fall, down on G me
Lost up in the desert with a D gun in my hand
And the C locust gonna come to find G me.
C7 Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
And the back-room boys still carrying that sa G me old tune
C7 We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
I'd better D bring it on up, I'd better C7 bring it on up on G me F
Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car
With the sheriff and me, singing out of key
Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars
With that empty bowl laughing right at me
Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune
Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
John Cale
