G G C G Well, if it ain't your time to go then you'd better stay put for now A C G D Everybody's got to do their time until it's time G D C G And if it ain't broken then break it and say you knew me way back when A C G D When fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled G D C G I could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road A C G D Try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind G D C G Like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light A C G D Of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile G D C G Mustard in your smile, land that hand on the radio dial A C G D Then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell G D C G It's a stolen telephone that I dialed, blind and alone A C G D Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul G D C G Now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same A C G D And the factory's casualties are looking for mangled jewels G D C G Well if it ain't your time to go, then you better stay put for now A C G D G 'Cause everybody's got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock D G D G Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt
