STANDARD TUNING, NO CAPO

        C
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down
       Bb                                C    
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

        C
Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
       Bb                                C
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

          Bb         F               C
He's an emancipated punk and he can dance
                Bb          F             C
But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants
           Bb             F               C
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
   Bb F C
Woah

         C
Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
       Bb                               C  
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

         C                  
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
       Bb                               C  
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

            Bb        F             C    
And I'm a liberated loser that can roll
               Bb            F                 C
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
            Bb            F             C
A couple second-chances surely would console me
  Bb F C
Woah