New Drink for the Old Drunk
Crooked Fingers
Capo 2

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