Key: D major•
Verse 1
with all these crumbs down in my bed
How can I get to sleep
with all this buzzing in my head?
G
D
Serves me right, I guess
D
Em
E
For eating crackers with my gin
Em
A
D
And drinking in my Sunday dress
The telephone is by the bottle,
which is always by my bed
Time and time I give it a rattle
G
D
to make sure that it's not dead
G
D
I love to play the part of
D
E
Slickin' acid in my coffee,
A
D
drinkin' in my Sunday dress
and I've been on the way to this
But who'd thinkin' come to this?
as twangy as a fender
My radiator growls like Elvis
after Sunday dinner.
G
D
I've poured out all the wine
G
D
and now I'm nothing but the best.
D
G
Gm
G
dress.
D
and I've been on the way to this,
I surely ain't a hypocrite,
I've had my fun and I must confess
F#m
A
D
Our reverend is a kingly soul,
G
D
repents him on a dime
His bible is not inked in gold,
G
D
he's not the cheatin' kind
G
D
He said, I've seen you from the altar
G
D
gulping down communion wine.
A
D
and it's no business of mine.
I'm not coming off the front
porch.
I'm coming off the back porch.
Pop it on the beat, yeah,
call it out my name
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TunerE A D G B E
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