The Junkie and The Juicehead, Minus Me
From the album Kristofferson
[Intro]
D
[Verse 1]
D G
I was stumble bummin' down them neon Music City sidewalks
A G D
With a junkie and a juicehead who had problems of their own
D G
Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
A G D
And some talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home
G
Eighty days out of the army makin' neither love nor money
D E A
And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
D G
Then the junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner
A G D
While he told us of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song
[Chorus]
G D
He said my fortune was my future, but I let it slip away
A G D
Slowly smokin' myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
G D
Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
A N.C.
And writin' songs for no one but myself and the juicehead, who said,
G D
"If I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass,
A D
And I can see it's time for me to make my last request:
G D
Will you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest,
A D
So the boys can say I drank my way to hell?"
[Verse 2]
D G
Well, I drank the whole thing over puttin' one and two together
A G D
And it added up to more of what I didn't want to be
D G
I ain't blamin' Music City, but it's only gonna see me
A G D
One more workday and a wake up and the time it takes to leave
G
'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
D E A
In a prophet pushin' daydreams on the corner for a fee
D G
And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
A G D
And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea and sympathy
[Chorus]
G D
And I bet that junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away
A G D
While he's smokin' hisself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
G D
Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay
A N.C.
And writin' words that no one's gonna see but the juicehead, who said
G D
Every empty bottle is his private crystal ball
A D
Where he stares into the future, findin' nothin' there at all,
G D
Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall
A D A D
On a junkie and a juicehead, minus me.