C C I hid out on the front porch C C I laid up in my mind F I looked for me a love C The best one I could find C He got himself a ticket C C7 On an international flight C7 F Oh it’s nothing F C But a goddamn shame C Is what it is F Oh it’s nothing F C But a goddamn shame The smell of burnt exhaust Drifts into the bar It’s midnight in California It’s high noon where you are Motorcycles and booze Dirty old perfume Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame I tried to go to sleep In my haunted little room The shadows are churning In the passage of the moon It’d break my heart to tell you I couldn’t come so soon Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh, it’s nothing But a goddamn shame Tell me one more time Why you went away It makes a little sense In the light of day When evening comes around All my senses fly away It’s nothing But a goddamn shame Is what it is Oh it’s nothing But a goddamn shame