Tom: Am
C
Well two old red-nosed whiskey drunks were talkin politics
E7 F
It was time to hit the bricks, it was time for me to go
C
And I was right there on the verge of pullin' out my hair
E7 F
Actin as though I could not care less and hopin' she would show
C
Well my bags are packed and ready, I was feelin' like a wreck
E7 F
Some clothes and personal effects, I left everything I own
C
And the last I laid eyes on her, we were in a hotel hall
E7 F
Holdin hands like paper dolls, aw but here I sit alone
[Chorus]
C G F
Well I'm gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum
G F
Well I'm as empty as a drum, I'm as empty as a drum
C G F
Could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum
G C F C C F
But here's to hopin' she'll still come, I'm too old to be this dumb, well I'm too old to be this dumb
C
Well I tell you that bartender, she's a site to see
E7 F
Aw you'd be envious of me, least you would if she was here
C
And the kid there in the corner has been spoilin' for a fight
E7 F
And it feels like that of night, aw buddy instead pour me a beer
[Chorus]
C G F
I’m gonna give it one more minute, give me one more round of rum
G F
Well im as empty as a drum, im as empty as a drum
C G F
And could you spare a cigarette, I hate to be a bum
G C F C
But here’s to hopin‘ she’ll still come, I’m too old to be this dumb
F C
Im too old to be this dumb
C E7 F C
C
When you darkened up the doorway, I stood up from the bar
E7 F
Well I said hey now here you are, damn it darlin how are you and you kissed me
C E7
Said I can't say that I'm great oh lord I hate it that I am late
F
Oh what a mess we got into
