INTRO: G... F... C. A#. A. G#. G...
C
Well I woke up this morning, the place was such a wreck
I couldn't reach the bathroom, thought I'd better clear the deck
F
I tried to call the lawyer and asked him what to do
C
He referred me to his doctor, who referred me back to you
G F
And when you checked the manual you kept inside the case
C A# A G
It said "put it in a cool dry place"
C
I drove around the city, looking for a room
That was high above the water, where my things could be in tune
F
There was no one to help me, nobody even cared
C
I had to go through hell to get those things up there
G F
I paid my first subscription, then I joined the idle race
C A# A G
and they said "store it in a cool dry place"
F
I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums
C
Accordions and mandolins and things that sometimes hum
F
Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score
G# G
And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor
C
Some places they get mildew and others get too hot
Some places are so damp that everything you got just rots
F
All kinds of condensation, a direct result of rains
C
There's not much compensation when everything's been stained
G F
Some have sentimental value that cannot be erased
C A#AG
Go store it in a cool dry place
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F
We got solids and acoustics and some from flowered board
C
And some are trimmed in leather and some are made with gourds
F
There's organs and trombones, and reverbs we can use
G# G
Lots of DX7s and old athletic shoes
C
I bought a great big building that took up one whole block
I made an inventory of all the things in stock
F
The place was getting longer I was up all night
C
I used up all my pencils, but I went on despite
G F
The blurring of my vision, the sweat upon my face
G F
I've got to put this stuff away, I mustn't leave a trace
G F
The landlord's breathing down my neck, he says it's a disgrace
C A# A G C7
So I said "put it in a cool, dry, place"
Contributed by Chris for Soundsation
