DOPE FIEND BLUES by Mike Ness


Intro (Organ)

|Fm| - |C| - |Fm| - |Db|
|Fm| - |Eb| - |Ab| - |Db|
|C - Bb| - |C| - |F|

Guitar
|Fm| - |Fm| - |Fm| - |Fm|


    Fm        Fm       Eb          Bb                   Fm     Fm
Eb|---------|--------|-----------|--------------------|------|----|
Bb|---------|--------|-----------|----2---------------|------|----|
Gb|---------|------2-|-4b5r4---2-|-4----4p2-2h4--2----|------|----|
Db|-------4-|----4---|-----------|-----------------4p2h4-----|----|
Ab|----4----|--------|-----------|--------------------|------|----|
Eb|-2-------|--------|-----------|--------------------|----0-|-2--|



Verse 1
     Fm            
In a police car I feel so very small
  Eb                        Bb                  Fm
I see my lover's face and I watch her teardrops fall
      Fm
And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track
  Eb                            Bb              Fm
I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back


Chorus 1
           Bb              Ab                      Fm
And in the end, you know a dope fiend ain't got no friends
      Bb          Ab                   Fm
And a junkie is a junkie to the bitter end
        Bb                  Ab                  Fm
Hope to die now, 'cause you know I'm better off dead
    Bb                 Ab                Fm
Hey brother, won't you lend me a helpin' hand? 


Verse 2
I tie myself off, shoot it in my veins
I feel like marlon brando and I've hid another day's pain
I'm goin' back where it's safe, goin' back to the womb
I find my mother's comfort, here in a needle and spoon

Chorus 2
And christmas for a dope fiend ain't no fun
Waitin' for good times that seem to never come
Goin' out now, gonna get myself a gun
Please stop me, don't you know I'm on a run? 

(Solo)

Verse 3
Aren't you tired of the detox and the places in the mind? 
Aren't you tired of the misery, aren't you tired of doin' time? 
And I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the track
You know I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back

Chorus 3
I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar, a cheat and a thief
At my funeral, won't you bring me a red rose wreath? 
Dress in black now, show everyone your grief
Well, I'm gone now, you can all feel relief!
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