Tonart: D major•
Verse 1
D
I can barely feel the sheets
with all these crumbs down in my bed
How can I get to sleep
with all this buzzing in my head?
Bm
And who'd have ever thought
Em
I'd not complain about a mess?
G
D
Serves me right, I guess
D
Em
E
For eating crackers with my gin
Em
A
D
And drinking in my Sunday dress
The telephone is by the bottle,
which is always by my bed
Time and time I give it a rattle
G
D
to make sure that it's not dead
Bm
I will wait here for your call
Em
till I run out of cigarettes
G
D
I love to play the part of
D
E
Slickin' acid in my coffee,
A
D
drinkin' in my Sunday dress
G
Well, I've been on the road to this,
and I've been on the way to this
But who'd thinkin' come to this?
D
Don't let on you've seen me like this
D
My old transistor sounding just
as twangy as a fender
My radiator growls like Elvis
after Sunday dinner.
Bm
I've drained my last tequila
Em
and I've thrown away the blender.
G
D
I've poured out all the wine
G
D
and now I'm nothing but the best.
A
while drinking in my Sunday
D
G
Gm
G
dress.
D
G
I've been on the road to this,
and I've been on the way to this,
I surely ain't a hypocrite,
I've had my fun and I must confess
F#m
A
D
Our reverend is a kingly soul,
G
D
repents him on a dime
His bible is not inked in gold,
G
D
he's not the cheatin' kind
Bm
One Sunday after a meetin'
Em
I was in the green line
G
D
He said, I've seen you from the altar
G
D
gulping down communion wine.
E
Just remember who's beside you,
A
D
and it's no business of mine.
G
No, no, no! What? Ah! No! Get it off of me!
D
Oh! No, no! What? Let go!
I'm not coming off the front
porch.
I'm coming off the back porch.
Pop it on the beat, yeah,
call it out my name
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