D                                G
I was a stumble bummin' down the neon Music City sidewalks
           A                                G
With the Junkie and the Juicehead who had problems of their own
D                                           G
Stuck with luck it kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
          A                            G            D
And the talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home
        G   
Ninety days I looked the army makin' neither love nor money
        D                                Em           A
And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
     D                                    G
And the Junkie placed an order with the Prophet on the corner
        A               Em        A          G            D
And he told him of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song
             G                          D
He said my future was my fortune but I let it slip away
         A                               D
Slowly smokin' myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
        G                              D
Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
      G                                            A               G
And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it
                               D
I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass
       A                            D
And I can see it's time for me to make my last request
           G                                        D
Won't you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest
             A                          D
So the boys can say I drank myself to dead
         A         D                               G
Well I drank the whole thing over puttin' one and two together
         A          G           A         G
And it added up to more of what I didn't want to be
   D                                 G
I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me
          A                                    G        D
One more day and the wake up and the time it takes to leave
        G 
Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
       D                                    Em
In a Prophet pushin' day dreams on a corner for a fee
A             D                           G
And the wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
        A                            G             D
And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea in sympathy
            G                                        D
And I bet that junkie's laughin' after the life he threw away
                A                        D
Slowly smokin' himself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
          G                           D
Pleadin' down the Prophet to a price that he can pay
            G                             A
And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it
G                  Em               D
Every empty bottle is my private crystal ball
             A                                D
And starin' into the future findin' nothin' there at all
               G                            D
Which is what I'll miss tomorrow when the neon shadows fall
               A
On the Junkie and the Juicehead minus me