This is about a um...I'd kinda reached the end of an emotional cul de sac one particular evening um.
It's a strange sort of evening, I ending up at a little fine old place called 'The Three little Pigs'.
Well I was staring at the beer nuts and the swizzle sticks and the,
the three little pigs and I was getting a lot of visual and verbal insubordination
from a double knit character in the corner.
Intro:
Ebmaj9 | Cm7 | F9 | Bb | single notes Bb C D
VERSE 1:
Ebmaj9 Cm7 F9
Warm beer and cold women, I just don't fit in
Bb
Every Joint I stumbled into tonight
Eb s.n. Bb C D
That's just how it's been.
Eb Cm7
All these double knit strangers with
F9 Bb
Gin and vermouth, and recycled stories
Eb s.n. Eb F G
In the naugahyde booths.
Ab Bb Emaj9 Cm7
And the platinum blondes, and tobacco brunettes,
F9
I'll just be drinkin to forget you babe,
Bb Eb s.n. Eb F G
I'll lite another cigarette.
Ab Bb Emaj9 Cm7
And the band's playin' something by Tammy Wynette,
F9 Bb Eb s.n. Bb C D
And the drinks are on me tonight.
Ebmaj9 Cm7 F9
all my conversations now I'll just be talkin' about you baby
Bb Eb s.n. Bb C D
ah, borin' some sailor as I try to get through
Eb Cm7
I just want him to listen now
F9
I said that's all you have to do
Bb
he said I'm better off without you
Eb s.n. Eb F G
till I showed him my tattoo
Ab Bb Emaj9 Cm7
now the moon's rising ain't got no time to lose
F9
time to get down to drinking
Bb Eb s.n. Eb F G
tell the band to play the blues
Ab Bb Emaj9 Cm7
drink's are on me, I'll buy couple rounds
F9 Bb Eb s.n. Bb C D
at the last ditch attempt saloon
instrumental verse
Ebmaj9 Cm7 F9
Warm beer and cold women, oh I just don't fit in
Bb
Every Joint I stumbled into tonight
Eb s.n. Bb C D
That's just how it's been.
Eb Cm7
All these double knit strangers with
F9 Bb
Gin and vermouth, and receding hairlines
Eb s.n. Eb F G
In the naugahyde booths.
Ab Bb Emaj9 Cm7
And the platinum blondes, tobacco brunettes,
F9
I'll just be drinkin to forget you babe,
Bb Eb s.n. Eb F G
I'll lite menthol cigarette.
Ab Bb Emaj9 Cm7
And the band's playin' something by Johnny Barnett,
F9 Bb Eb s.n. Bb C D
at the last ditch attempt saloon