E E A E
I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate
A E A E
On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste
C#m B
I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned
A F#
Then I'm back to my good old ways
A B E A E
Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray
A E B
For now the waking world can wait
A E B
To sing your blues away
A E B
And hope for better days
F#
Pick an old song
Then we'll dance in the dark
F
It's that needle and thread
B
Stitch up my broken heart!
E A E
E E A E
I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight
A E A E
Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby
C#m B
For the law man's sake I might bend but I won't break
A F#
That part I leave for lovers in life
A B E A E
This is my right to keep quiet, I'll reserve it for some other time
A E B
For now the waking world can wait
A E B
To sing your blues away
A E B
And hope for better days
F#
And pick an old song
Then we'll dance in the dark
F
It's that needle and thread
B E
Stitch up my broken heart!
B
Cuff me up and take me in
C E
So I can sleep an hour or two
F#
Just me and the gross criminals
F
Singing loud with nothing to lose
B
Oh Lord, the music save their soul
When nothing's right
We'll rock and roll
A E B
For now the waking world can wait
A E B
To sing your blues away
A E B
Hope for better days
F#
Pick an old song
Then we'll dance in the dark
F
It's that needle and thread...
A E B
For now the waking world can wait
A E B
To sing your blues away
A E B
Hope for better days
F#
Pick an old song
Then we'll dance in the dark
F
It's that needle and thread
B E A E
Stitch up my broken heart!
E A E
E A E