Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
CHORDS: -0- -0- -0- -0-|
-2- -2- -2- -2-|
-2- -2- -2- -2-|
-2- -0- -0- -2-|
-x- -x- -x- -x-|
-3- -2- -1- -0-|
Intro
Well I woke up this morning, the place was such a wreck
I couldn't reach the bathroom, thought I'd better clear the deck
I tried to call the lawyer and asked him what to do
He referred me to his doctor, who referred me back to you
And when you checked the manual you kept in side the case
It said 'put it in a cool dry place'
I drove around the city, looking for a room
That was high above the water, where my things could be in tune
There was no one to help me, nobody even cared
I had to go through hell to get those things up there
I paid my first subscription, then I joined the idle race
and they said 'store it in a cool dry place'
I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums
Accordions and mandolins and things that sometimes hum
Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score
And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor
Some places they get mildew and others get too hot
Some places are so damp that everything you got just rots
All kinds of condensation, a direct result of rains
There's not much compensation when everything's been stained
Some have sentimental value that cannot be erased
Go store it in a cool dry place
Solo
Sorry, but I don't have the solo, just play the chords used in the verse)
We got solids and acoustics and some from plywood board
And some are trimmed in leather and some are made with gourds
There's organs and trombones, and reverbs we can use
Lots of dx-7s and old athletic shoes
I bought a great big building that took up one whole block
I made an inventory of all the things in stock
The place was getting longer I was up all night
I used up all my pencils, but I went on despite
The blurring of my vision, the sweat upon my face
I've got to put this stuff away, I mustn't leave a trace
The landlord's breathing down my neck, he says it's a disgrace
So I said 'put it in a cool, dry, place.'
That's basically it for the song. Have fun with it. From, Ryan D. Kemp