Standard (EADGBE)

 I was driving up from Tampa

When the radiator burst

I was three sheets to the wind

A civilian saw me first

 And then there was the cop

 And then the children standing on the corner

 Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp

 And the weather's getting warmer

(mute strings and hit 'em)

 I was getting out of jail

Heading to the Greyhound

You said you'd hop on one yourself

And meet me on the way down

 I was shaking way too hard to think

 Dead on my feet about to drop

 Went and got the case of vodka from a car

 And walked the two miles to the bus stop

 Got on the bus half drunk again

The driver glared at me

Met up with you in Inglis

Thumbed a ride to Cedar Key

 If we never make it back to California

 I want you to know I love you

 But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain

 That's always right there up above you

Hey!