Ab Eb/G Ab/F  Eb/G

[Verse 1]
Ab                            Eb/G
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
Fm7                          C#
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
Ab               Eb/G
So she names the baby Elvis
Fm7                    C#
To make up for the royalty he lacked

[Chorus]
Ab                      Eb/G
And from then on it was turpentine and patches
Fm7                       C#
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
Ab                           Eb/G
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Fm7                      C#
Cause that's all they knew how to play

[Instrumental] (x2)
Ab Eb/G Ab/F  Eb/G

[Verse 2]
Ab                                   Eb/G
And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
Fm7                                  C#
And she knew they were destined to become
                        Ab                                         
Sacred road kill on the way
                             Fm                Eb/G                                                
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
                     C#               Ab     
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

[Chorus]
                Eb/G                            
Cause it's been turpentine and patches
     Fm7            C#
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
Ab                          Eb/G                            
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
 Fm7                  C#          F#
Cause that's all they knew how to play

[Instrumental]
C#     F#2     
Ab Eb/G Ab/F  Eb/G (x2)

[Verse 3]
Ab                Eb/G
Elvis never could carry a tune
Fm7                                C#
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
Ab                  Eb/G                          Fm7
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin                                     
                C#
Saying why don't I begin again
Ab      Eb/G
With turpentine and patches
Fm7             C#
With cold, cold Campbell's from the can
Ab                         Eb/G
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
Fm7                              C#
It's just that he's not around to play along
Ab                  Eb/G
I'm still an asshole playing with candles
Fm7               C#
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
Ab                    Eb/G
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
Fm7                       C#      F#
What's written in Braille upon my skin...

[Instrumental]
C#      F#2 (x3)
Ab Eb/G Ab/F  Eb/G (x2)

[Outro]
Ab                            Eb/G      Ab/F     Eb/G
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch 
Ab                            Eb/G       Ab/F    Eb/G
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch