F
N.C. F Gm
Those oil field girls all taste of whisky
Bb C
There thoughts are free there cloths are torn
Am Dm
They walk the strip like painted shadows
Bb C
Cursing the night when man was born
Gm C F
There's one name Frida and one named Angel
Gm Bb C
There's a rose of hatred and ragtime gal
Am Dm
All legs and heart bright lips in the moonlight
Bb C
Young man will die at the turn of a curl
F Gm
I'm packing my bag I'm shipping out on a freighter
Bb C
I'll lick my wounds in a far off world
Am Dm
One hand on my heart one hand on a bottle
Bb C
Just a drunker's dream of the oil field girls
F Gm
Da da da dum de de de de de
Bb C
de de de do do do do de
Am Dm
do do do do do do do do do
Bb C
do do de do do do do de dum
F Gm
Here's a round for the priest here's a round for the begger
Bb C
Here's a round for the rouges all over this world
Am Dm
But I'll drink me a case of old peculiar
Bb C
For I raise me a glass to the oil field girls
F Gm
Those oil field girls all taste of whisky
Bb C
There thoughts are free there cloths are torn
Am Dm
They walk the strip like painted shadows
Bb C
Cursing the night when man was born
F Gm
De de de de de do de de de
Bb C
de de de de de de de de
Am Dm
de do de de da do da da dum
Bb C
de de de de da de de de
F
de de de de