E                                                   E  A  E
I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate
     A                                                E  A  E
On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste
      C#m                  B      
I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned
         A                    F#
Then I'm back to my good old ways
      A                               B                         E  A  E
Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray

    A              E         B
For now the waking world can wait
A             E        B 
To sing your blues away
A             E       B  
And hope for better days
F#
Pick an old song
 
Then we'll dance in the dark
           F
It's that needle and thread
B                        
Stitch up my broken heart!

E  A  E

E                                                        E  A  E
I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight
A                                                        E  A  E 
Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby
C#m                            B           
For the law man's sake I might bend but I won't break
             A                  F#
That part I leave for lovers in life
            A                          B                        E  A  E
This is my right to keep quiet, I'll reserve it for some other time

    A              E         B  
For now the waking world can wait
A            E         B
To sing your blues away
A            E         B  
And hope for better days
F#   
And pick an old song
 
Then we'll dance in the dark
          F
It's that needle and thread
B                            E
Stitch up my broken heart!
B       
Cuff me up and take me in
   C                          E
So I can sleep an hour or two
F# 
Just me and the gross criminals
                              F 
Singing loud with nothing to lose
   B
Oh Lord, the music save their soul
 
When nothing's right
 
We'll rock and roll

A                  E          B
For now the waking world can wait
A             E        B
To sing your blues away
A         E      B 
Hope for better days
F# 
Pick an old song
 
Then we'll dance in the dark
           F
It's that needle and thread...

A                  E          B
For now the waking world can wait
A             E        B
To sing your blues away
A         E      B 
Hope for better days
F# 
Pick an old song
 
Then we'll dance in the dark
           F
It's that needle and thread
B                         E  A  E
Stitch up my broken heart!

E  A  E

E  A  E