D D/A D D/A
Everybody's talking like they can't sit down
G D
And looking like they can't stand up
E D# D A
It must be the latest style
D C# C G
And they've seen a lot of things that you never see
D C#
Back on the mile up to the hanging tree
F# B
Some people can't keep their fingers clean
E A A - G# - G
Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene
D G A D
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last night's obituaries
D Gm
Jump up - hold on tight
A D D/A
Can't trust a promise or a guarantee
G D A D C#
'Cause the man 'round the curve says that he's never heard of you or me
F# B
No tombstone would ever surprise me
E A D
When I'm locked in a room about half the size of a matchbox
C# F#
Got holes in my socks
F#7
They match the ones that I got in my feet
C# F#
I put my feet in the holes in the street and somebody paved me over
B E
I was a statue standing on the corner
A D E A A - B - C#
Tell me, how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats?
D D/A D D/A G D
Candidate talking on the radio from the "Cheaters Jamboree"
E D# D A
He must be their latest fool
D C# C G
'Cause it's a two-horse race and he changes bets
D C#
Like it was just another brand of cigarettes
F# B
Some people judge then they just guess the rest
E A A - G# - G
They can't understand it don't mean that you're blessed
D G
They ought to catch the Express Next Stop No Where
A D
That way you can't forget
D Gm
Jump up - hold on tight
A D D/A
Can't trust a promise or a guarantee
G D A D
'Cause the man 'round the curve says that he's never heard of you or me.