Tom: Am
Am F G
Keep their spirits up Frank, all for some so some for all,
Am F G
The only spirits here man are hangin’ off the wall,
Am F G
Yeah, you know as well as I do, that we don’t serve up cheer,
Am F G
When they come for anaesthetics and it’s been this way for years,
2
F
They empty out their glasses,#
Fill ‘em up with tears,
G
One for the road, one for the road,
That leads them right back here,
3
Am G
To rain on their troubles,
Am G
Wash ‘em down deep,
F C
And play in the puddle,
Em Am
Till they’re fast asleep.
1
Now Joe he lost his woman to some big-shot business man.
He said I trusted love not money and now look where I am.
You’ve had enough Joe, you gotta go now.
You’ve too much Joe, I send you home now.
