Standard (EADGBE)

Whoa I drink pots and pots and pots and pots of strong black coffee

Trying to keep my sleepy soul awake

But the sleepiness still comes along and when it does its fast and strong

I end up with a bad case of the shakes

And my baby tells me honey cut it out

Cuz she's familiar with the bend before the break

But she's in this runaway with me and by god were doing fifty

 Comin' round that hairpin turn top of wolf creek

Now I've called olly olly olly olly oxen free

 Tryin' to draw god out from his hiding place

Either he can't hear what I'm saying or he just got sick of playing

 Either way, I'll be calling out like this for days

And the cadence and the chords are all the same

sung like an anthem from a child in the streets

And you know he ain't much for singing, but by god he's good at swinging

 And that's the reason that he won't stay obsolete

And that's why he's singing, how, how long, how long must I wait

He's singing, how, how long, how long will this whole thing take

 Cuz everyday? it's getting tougher to shoot straight

Now I've read page, after page, after page, after smeared page

 About this killer instinct inside of me

But love it, or hate it, praise it or berate it

 It's just what comes out most naturally

 And they warn me kid you'll run it in the ground

you keep on saying all the same things the same way

But I ain't trying to make friends

 I'm just trying to make this story end

And if you're drinking then you don't got time to plead

And that's why I'm singing, how, how long, how long, must I wait

I'm singing, how, how long, how long will this whole thing take

Cuz everyday? it's getting tougher to shoot straight