Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics

 It was time to hit the bricks, it was time for me to go

 And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair

 Actin as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show

Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck

Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own

And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall

Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone

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 Well I'm gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum

 Well I'm as empty as a drum, I'm as empty as a drum

Could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum

 But here's to hopin' she'll still come, I'm too old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to

be this dumb

Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see

Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here

And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight

And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer

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When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar

Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me

Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late

Oh what a mess we got into