x C C
I hid out on the front porch
C C
I laid up in my mind
F
I looked for me a love
C
The best one I could find
C
He got himself a ticket
C C7
On an international flight
C7 F
Oh it’s nothing
F C
But a goddamn shame
C
Is what it is
F
Oh it’s nothing
F C
But a goddamn shame
The smell of burnt exhaust
Drifts into the bar
It’s midnight in California
It’s high noon where you are
Motorcycles and booze
Dirty old perfume
Oh it’s nothing
But a goddamn shame
Is what it is
Oh it’s nothing
But a goddamn shame
I tried to go to sleep
In my haunted little room
The shadows are churning
In the passage of the moon
It’d break my heart to tell you
I couldn’t come so soon
Oh it’s nothing
But a goddamn shame
Is what it is
Oh, it’s nothing
But a goddamn shame
Tell me one more time
Why you went away
It makes a little sense
In the light of day
When evening comes around
All my senses fly away
It’s nothing
But a goddamn shame
Is what it is
Oh it’s nothing
But a goddamn shame
