C Am Em G
C Am
I’ve been rentin’ motels on the highway
Am Em G
Sleepin’ on top of my covers at night
C Am
I’ve been ramblin’ from place-to-place
Am Em G
Stayin’ in towns with sorrow in their name
C Am
I’ve been gamblin’ what was left me away
Em G
Placin’ all of my money on black
Dm F
Damn that coal and damn that gold
C
And damn those hands that have a hand to hold
Am
And damn the look on their face
Dm F
And damn these lows and damn these highs
C
And damn that sun for castin’ so much light
C C/B Am
And damn the way the ocean tastes
Am/F# G
And damn you for doin’ what was right
C Am Em G
C Am
I’ve been eatin’ all my food through a window
Am Em G
I never have any dishes to do
C Am
I been washin’ all my clothes I can’t outgrow
Am Em G
Watchin’ them spin through a window at the Laundromat
C Am
I been dancin’ workin’ on my Tango
Am Em G
Like a pair of scissors missin’ a blade
Dm F
Damn that coal and damn that gold
C
And damn those hands that have a hand to hold
Am
And damn the look on their face
Dm F
And damn these lows and damn these highs
C
And damn that sun for castin’ so much light
C C/B Am
And damn the way the ocean tastes
Am/F# G
And damn you for doin’ what was right