I figured this out with help from BlueLaguna's original tab as well as this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQI_lI0vC6Y I want to figure out the little fills he plays, but here are the chords for now: [Capo 2] Intro: G- (320003@1)C- (x32010@1)G- (320003@1)C- (x32010@1)G- (320003@1)C- (x32010@1)D (xx0232@1)G (320003@1) CThe (x32010@1)hurricane party's winding down GAnd (320003@1)we're all waitin' for the end GAnd (320003@1)I don't want another drink C (x32010@1) GI (320003@1)only want that last one again D (xx0232@1) CIt (x32010@1)gave me such a fine glow, smoky and slow G (320003@1) DNow (xx0232@1)I should probably be homeward bound G (320003@1) CBut (x32010@1)there's no one to talk to GWhen (320003@1)the lines go down I guess in the morning I'll go looking for my grey striped cat My old house can take the weather So I'm not too concerned about that It was built to take the wind back in nineteen ten When this was one damn fine town But now there's no one to talk to When the lines go down Candles flickered on the back bar The building was shakin' with the wind I bought a whiskey for the gypsy And she turned my leather back into skin Just a fleeting sense Of that rare suspense I used to think made the world go round But now there's no one to talk to When the lines go down [Bridge] D (xx0232@1) C (x32010@1) DOpen (xx0232@1)up your back screen door D (xx0232@1) C (x32010@1) DLet (xx0232@1)me see your face once more D (xx0232@1) CMy (x32010@1)hands are cold and my feet so sore G (320003@1) D (xx0232@1)That I can't go on this way And the thoughts come too fast and too many to keep count Best just let 'em on through Now I'm breaking those old glass insulators With my old twenty-two Off the telegraph poles As a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown There's just no one to talk to When the lines go down My one great love My God I can feel her still She ran off to California Now she's livin' in those Hollywood Hills With some bullfrog prince I've not seen her since Though she calls when he's out of town And there's no one to talk to When the lines go down [Bridge] Open up your back screen door Let me in your space once more I was lookin' for an easy score But it just don't work that way Some insurance man biker is yelling out for one more beer But a part-time pirate just don't get much respect around here We got our problems too man We'll get to you in just a minute Sit your drunk ass down Yeah there's no one to talk to When the lines go down [Bridge without lyrics] Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford And I don't guess it'll run But I left a pack of Winstons on the dash Could you get 'em for me son The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets all day I should know by now That there's no one to talk to When the lines go down Not hard at all! Thanks again to BlueLaguna for his version. If you find any issues with mine just let me know.