Tom: D
Introdução:
D G D
I can barely feels the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed, oh no.
D G D
How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head?
Bm Em
An' who'd've ever thought I'd not complain about a mess
G
Serves me right, I guess, this is what I get
Em G D
For eatin' crackers with my gin, an' drinkin' in my Sunday dress
D G D
Telephone is by the bottle which is always by my bed.
D G D
Time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead.
Bm Em
I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes
G
I love to play the part of the damsel in distress
Em G D
Flickin' ashes in my coffee, drinkin' in my Sunday dress
G C
Well I've been on the road to this
G C
An' I've been on the way to this
G C
But who'd 'a think it'd come to this
G D A
Don't let on you've seen me like this, like this
My old transistor's soundin' just as twangy as a Fender