Tonart: Gb major
Verse 1
F#
C#
C#m
Bm
Now,
Bm
B
I got the smoking habit, see,
E
and I know the habit's bad,
B
Bm
but the worst thing about smoking
B
is it makes them nonsmoker
C#
F#
s so mad.
B
They say, if you're gonna puff them fangs,
Bm
E
go sit in the smoking section, please.
G#
like a bunch of cows
F#
B
with the hoof -and -mouth disease.
And all I hear is,
E
don't smoke cigarettes,
they're bad for you, dude.
B
Well, they may be friends,
C#
F#
but I love them every way but barbecued
B
And when I'm ready to quit smokin',
E
don't worry, it'll be a breeze
G#m
C#
F#
better stick me in the smokin' section,
B
please
E
B
Cause I'm a slave, I'm a slave
E
I'm a poor, helpless victim
B
G#m
F#
to the things my body craves
B
E
Now, I know my smokin' habit's rotten
C#
and I hate myself for ever startin'
B
G#
But right now, friends,
C#
I could eat a carton
F#
B
cause I'm a slave
Now, folks, back home
there was this dude
C
E#
that would gamble at the drop of your hat
he has to raise all the time
having him a runner look
D#
E#
and all his luck was bad
C
He done lost his money,
he lost his car,
he done lost everything he had
And I'm trying to drag him out
of that poker game
E#
and he's hanging on to my arm
Am
help me get back in on
D
G
when the river bottom bar
C
Well, I loaned him ten, then twenty
C#
Frenzy was picking me to the bone
C
B
And when I stopped the game,
C#
all that remained was my cab fare home
C#
C#
I said, hey, if I was stuck with your luck,
believe I'd leave that poke alone
A
you know it ain't nothing but dough
D
G
C
And money ain't got no home,
loan me ten
F
I'm a slave, he's a slave
C
I'm a slave, he's a slave
Bb
F
I'm a poor helpless victim
C
Am
to the things my body craves
C
But there is some good to come
F
C#
There's always one bet you can win
Am
A
D
You bet this cowboy I'll bet him again
G
C#
F#
Cause I'm a player
B
C#
Bbm
Ab
C#
B
C#
Well I ain't seen my next door neighbor
F#
in a week or so I guess
C#
Till yesterday and he was all
bandaged up in this podcast
F#
I said well from the looks of you son
C#
F#
uh the wreck must have been bad
C#
he said now this is what happens
Ab
Jerry when your old lady gets mad
C#
he said it was last Saturday night
and I was in this bar
F#
had a blonde on my knee
C#
well I look up and there's my old lady
Eb
Ab
looking right down on me
C#
well she grabbed that blonde
F#
and there was a having a championship bout
C#
I stood up and said now
Eb
Ab
and I never should open my mouth
C#
because she come right across
my head with a bottle
F#
C#
Yellin' save that country job
And what you done to me
was World War III
B
C#
And I'm lucky to be alive
F#
C#
I said well that could be a lesson son
F#
C#
Maybe this fling will be your last
He said hey man you know
what I'm gonna do
F#
Eb
Ab
Soon as I get out of this cast
C#
F#
I'm a slave, he's a slave
C#
I'm a slave, he's a slave
B
F#
Don't put the pressure on me
C#
It affects how I behave
Ab
C#
I love them short fat skinny ones
F#
C#
I like them brunettes, I love them blondes
Bbm
Eb
I can't help it, it's a lot of fun
C#
B
F#
He's a slave
I'm a slave
B
F#
I'm a poor helpless victim
C#
Bbm
to the things my body craves
C#
While I was laying in the floor half -killed
F#
I asked myself, was it worth the thrill?
C#
Will you do it again?
Eb
You know I will, ha -ha
Ab
C#
Cause I'm a slave
F#
B
Maybe
C#
Uh, hello, Sugar Babe,
uh, you ain't got a cigarette
on you, have you?
Yeah, well,
I guess baritone's how the question ends.
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