D            A       G
Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst
          D            A                G
After a hard day of nothing much at all
       D                  A           G
The summer's passed it's too late to cut the grass
       D                 A                   G
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
       D      A               G
And sometimes I,    just stay in the mood
  D            A                  G
Take my place and back the loud noise
                   D             A                        G
You're like the picture on the fridge, never stocked with food
  D                   A                  G
Used to live at home now I stay at the house

  A                           G
(And) everybody wants to be special here
 A                                     A7
They call your name out loud and clear

  D    A         G         D   A         G
Here comes the regular,  call out your name
  D    A        G              A             G
Here comes a regular,  am I the only one here today

    D                              A              G
Well a drinkin' buddies,  there's bound to another town
    D            A               G
Then once the police made him go away
      D                    A                 G
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
              D                   A             G
I'll take a great big whiskey at you (here) anyway

          A                  G
And everybody wants to be someone here
    A                              A7
Someone's gonna show up never fear

 D     A         G        D    A         G
Here comes the regular,  call out your name
 D     A        G                A                    G
Here comes a regular,  am I the only one who feels ashamed

   D          A        G
Living along side of sadded eyes
      D                  A                        G
Says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shot
        D                      A               G
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
    D               A                  G
A fool wastes his life, god rests his guts
D                         A
First the light and the colour goes off
         G
The wind begins to blow
D                        A                G
Turn your back on a pay you back last call
D                 A
First the glass and the leaves that last
G
Here comes the snow
D                  A                   G
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall