INTRO: D
D G
I was stumblin' bumblin' down them neon Music City sidewalks
A G D
With a Junkie and a Juicehead who had problems of their own
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
80 days out of the Army, makin' neither love nor money
D A A7
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
G D
He said my fortune was my future but I let it slip away
A D
Slowly smokin' myself broke on 80 cigarettes a day
G D
Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
G A (let ring)
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
Then 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
BREAK: D
D G
Well I drank the whole thing over, put 1 and 2 together
A G D
And it addered up to more of what I didn't wanna be
D G
I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me
A G D
One more work day and a wake up and the time it takes to leave
G
'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could've been my future
D A A7
In a prophet pushin' daydreams on a corner for a fee
D G
And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
A G D
And a hungry lookin' Junkie hauntin' tea and sympathy
G D
And I bet that Junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away
A D
While he's smokin' himself broke on 80 cigarettes a day
G D
Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay
G A (let ring)
And writin' words that no one's gonna see, but the Juicehead who said
G D
Every empty bottle is his private chrystal 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
On a Junkie and a Juicehead minus me
