Standard (EADGBE)

All that was brass swung slow

The overlapping tongues of a folding chair

And I make it hard I know

 For you to care

And I’m not asking to hold back now

But you’re not making any sense at all

And all the pioneer scalps are falling out of your bag

And all the colors in their hair remind you that you’ve gone too far

And all the pioneer scalps are falling out

All that was brass swung slow

The overlapping tongues of a folding chair

And I make it hard I know

 For you to care

We hope that somehow

We hope that somehow it makes good

We hope that somehow

 We hope that somehow it makes good

And all the pioneer scalps are falling out of your bag

And all the colors in their hair remind you that you’ve gone too far

And all the pioneer scalps are falling out