D D/A D D/A Everybody's talking like they can't sit down G D And looking like they can't stand up E D# D A It must be the latest style D C# C G And they've seen a lot of things that you never see D C# Back on the mile up to the hanging tree F# B Some people can't keep their fingers clean E A A - G# - G Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene D G A D Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last night's obituaries D Gm Jump up - hold on tight A D D/A Can't trust a promise or a guarantee G D A D C# 'Cause the man 'round the curve says that he's never heard of you or me F# B No tombstone would ever surprise me E A D When I'm locked in a room about half the size of a matchbox C# F# Got holes in my socks F#7 They match the ones that I got in my feet C# F# I put my feet in the holes in the street and somebody paved me over B E I was a statue standing on the corner A D E A A - B - C# Tell me, how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats? D D/A D D/A G D Candidate talking on the radio from the "Cheaters Jamboree" E D# D A He must be their latest fool D C# C G 'Cause it's a two-horse race and he changes bets D C# Like it was just another brand of cigarettes F# B Some people judge then they just guess the rest E A A - G# - G They can't understand it don't mean that you're blessed D G They ought to catch the Express Next Stop No Where A D That way you can't forget D Gm Jump up - hold on tight A D D/A Can't trust a promise or a guarantee G D A D 'Cause the man 'round the curve says that he's never heard of you or me.
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