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Capo 2

D5                                  G5             A5
Would you try, could you buy a new drink for the old drunk
         D5                G5            A5
It?s no crime to resign misery with a bottle
           G5          A5             B5       D5
Well, you walked into town without making a sound
        G5               A5                 B5        D5    
And you slipped as you slammed your face into the crowd
        G5        A5             B5              D5
As you tried to forget all the words that were said
    G5            A5              B5           D5
To deny all the things that you keep in your head
                                 G5                 A5
When you came you were new but today you?re much older
         D5                        G5            A5
You were spent so you went to get used in the corner
            G5          A5            B5    D5
Where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown
       G5               A5              B5         D5
And it echoed through town they were beating you down
             G5          A5            B5           D5
And as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt
       G5               A5         B5       D5
All at once you were cause for a pitiful cure
D5
Hours pass by half forgotten
G5             A5
Night turns black ?cause it?s rotten
    D5
And we slide right to the bottom
 G5           A5
Our tongues made out of cotton
D5
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
G5             A5
?Til we hear someone mumble
D5
Could you spare from the tumbler
G5      A5             
A new drink for the old drunk
D5                                   G5           A5
Now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner
         D5                              G5              A5
Without light, without grace, where you wait for the slaughter
            G5            A5            B5         D5
Where they spit in your face as the hours grow late
          G5             A5            B5           D5
And they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate
       G5               A5        B5             D5
And you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate
        G5            A5        B5        D5
All the doom in this pitiful room you create
D5         
Hours pass by half forgotten
G5            A5
Night turns black ?cause it?s rotten
    D5
And we slide right to the bottom 
 G5           A5
Our tongues made out of cotton
D5
Eyes seal shut in a slumber
G5             A5
?Til we hear someone mumble
D5
Could you spare from the tumbler
G5        A5       
A new drink for the old drunk
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