Verse 1:
           G                D
The wash is out its hanging up
         C               G
And all I have is nothing  
                         ../w
Nothing to do nothing to say
         C                G
I think I must be dreaming 

Chorus:
              Em                    G
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
                Em                   A
Is this what the Deaner was talking about
        G               D               C         G
I don't think I'll ever return again my friend
  
Verse 2: (same chords as verse 1:)

If I was king I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert and dress to kill
I might even slip you something

Chorus

Solo- this is done on a piano and you just do the verse chords underneath.

Chorus- repeat last line 

Any comments and suggestions e-mail me zzagibso@dingo.uq.edu.au
Enjoy- Martin Gibson