Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Licorice tattoo, turned a gun metal blueDm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying townDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 The one eyed jacks, across the railroad tracksDm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing throughDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 He was a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behaveBbm7 But the cops would never think to lookC7 Dm7 In Burma Shave [Verse 2]Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a boneDm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever knownDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 He kinda looked like Farley Grainger, with his hair slicked backDm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 She says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hatDm7 C7 How far are you goingDm7 Bbm7 C7 He said depends on what you meanBbm7 C7 He says i'm only stop in ' here to get some gasolineDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 I guess i'm going thataway just as long as it's pavedBbm7 And I guess you'd say i'm on my wayC7 Dm7 To burma shave[Verse 3]Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 And with her knees up on the glove compartment, she took out her barrettesDm7 C Fm7 And her hair spilled out like root beerG# C7 And she popped her gum and arched her backDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Hell Marysville ain't nothing , but a wide spot in the roadBbm7 C7 Some nights my heart pounds just like thunder i don't know why it don't explodeDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Cause everyone in this stinking town, has got one foot in the graveBbm7 And i'd rather take my chancesC7 Dm7 Out in burma shave [Verse 4]Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Presley's what i go by, why don't you change the stationDm7 C Fm7 G# C7 Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirrorDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Mister anywhere you point this thing, has got to beat the hell out of the stingDm7 C# C7 Dm7 C7 Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin,Bbm7 C7 And so drill me a holeDm7 With a barber poleBbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonightBbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Why don't you have another swig, and pass that car if you're so braveBbm7 I wanna get there before the sun comes up inC7 Dm7 Burma Shave [Verse 5]Dm7 C Fm7 Eb G# C7 And the spider web crack and the mustang screamedDm7 C Fm7 Eb G# C7 Smoke from the tires and the twisted machineDm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they savedBbm7 Lie swindled from them on the way toC7 Dm7 Burma Shave [Verse 6]Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadowBbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Up against the car door on the shotgun sideBbm7 C7 And when they pulled her from the wreck you know sheDm7 C7 Still had on her shadesBbm7 They say that dreams are growing wild just this side ofC7 Dm7 Burma Shave
Burma Shave
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