Tono: D
D
G
D
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
D7
G
E7
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
D
B
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
B7
E7
A
Disturbance going to crucify my days
D
D7
And the days they get longer and longer
D7
G7
E7
And the nightime is a time of little use
D
B7
For I just get ugly and older
E7
A7
A7M
D
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
Chorus
Bm
G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm
G7
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
D
A
G
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
D
A7
D
G
D
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
D
D7
My landlady lives in a caravan
D7
G7
E7
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
D
B7
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
E7
E7M
A
G
D
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm
D
D7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
D7
G7
E7
And they're falling apart at the seams
D
B7
Well I just get high on tequila
E7
A7
A7M
D
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
Chorus to End