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capo 2nd fret

intro: E/B/A  x2

          E (022100@1)       B (x2444x@1)      AWell (x02220@1)a person can work up a mean mean thirst
         E (022100@1)          B (x2444x@1)            Aafter (x02220@1)a hard day of nothin' much at all
E (022100@1)                    B (x2444x@1)         A (x02220@1)     
Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass
E (022100@1)                       B (x2444x@1)           A (x02220@1)
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
     E (022100@1)      B (x2444x@1)          AAnd (x02220@1)sometimes I just ain't in the mood
     E (022100@1)             B (x2444x@1)                 Ato (x02220@1)take my place in back with the loudmouths
               E (022100@1)             B (x2444x@1)                 A (x02220@1)You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food
   E (022100@1)                   B (x2444x@1)                AI (x02220@1)used to live at home, now I stay at the house

        B (x2444x@1)                  AAnd (x02220@1)everybody wants to be special here
BThey (x2444x@1)call your name out loud and clear
E (022100@1)    G#m (133111@4)   AHere (x02220@1)comes a regular
E (022100@1)   G#m (133111@4)    ACall (x02220@1)out your name
E (022100@1)   G#m (133111@4)    AHere (x02220@1)comes a regular
          B (x2444x@1)            AAm (x02220@1)I the only one here today?

Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
I'll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway

Everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
'cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts

First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall 

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