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From: David G Gels 

The Trash Can Sinatras
Drunken Chorus
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Intro - G (320003@1)  D (xx0232@1)  Am (x02210@1)   C (x32010@1)   D (xx0232@1)  G (320003@1)   Am (x02210@1)   C (x32010@1)    D(let (xx0232@1)ring...)

G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1)C (x32010@1)             DI'm (xx0232@1)looking on the bright side, but I still don't see the light
G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1)C (x32010@1)    DWhy (xx0232@1)are friends so hard to find on Wednesday night?
G (320003@1)	   Am (x02210@1)           C (x32010@1)      DI (xx0232@1)got a ten pound note in my pocket, that'll never find its way back home.
G (320003@1)		           C (x32010@1)            GAnd (320003@1)you thought I'd be lonely when you'd gone.
G (320003@1)         Am (x02210@1)C (x32010@1)DDiscipline (xx0232@1)is a shelter, the punishment's my home
G (320003@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am			C (x32010@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
Built on sticks and stones and now brittle bones
G (320003@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am		   C (x32010@1)DI'm (xx0232@1)just a slip of a thing and now I'm on the slide
G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)C-D-Am
And I get so confused on my own
	Am (x02210@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C	G (320003@1)Barmaids beware
	Am (x02210@1)      C (x32010@1)	    G (320003@1)   D (xx0232@1)Sweet-stout style and whiskey-drunk flair


CHORUS
G (320003@1)Bm (x24432@1)C (x32010@1)DI'm (xx0232@1)drinking the wishing well dry, and collecting the coins
G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)DAnd (xx0232@1)my cup's brimming over with bliss
G (320003@1)Bm (x24432@1)C (x32010@1)AmSeems (x02210@1)that when my throat gets dry my words get wry
G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D		      GAnd (320003@1)I raise my glass like a fist, and every sip's a kiss


You used to say my secrets were safe, and that I had no need to lock them
away
But I could kick myself to death for leaving you the key, and now I know
what security means to me
Hard to get a hold of what it means to me
And it's hard to get out of the gutter when it's raining feet and every
helping hand's a fist

CHORUS

SOLO (I know it starts on Am, I think it's:: Am  C  G,  Am  C  G  D,  C
G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1)D.....)

		    G (320003@1)G*
But hey where will I go, and now that you have gone........

Ending: G - Bm - G

G* - For the end, I switch back and forth on a barred G from regular to
335533, which sounds great.

There it is.  The intro is wrong, I just put what I like to play.  Really
fun to play around with a slide on
this, and two people make it even more fun.  I usually play the chords
barred during the chrous; it leaves
the refrain twangy, and keeps the chorus full.  Any probelms?
gels@badlands.nodak.edu

	Peace, music, etc.				--==Dave Gels
							    UND
"You don't want to die, but the living gets you down."
				-Matthew Sweet