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