G
Smokey had a gambling problem
G
God bless his soul
F C G
He'd take all his rocks and shake 'em up and hope they'd turn into pearls.
G
Pearl was at home
G
Taking care of their three kids
F C G
Like a weed out in the garden that choked the life right out of them
C G
Take it easy, Take it slow
D G
One more drink, One more road
C G D
Won't you sit around as it slowly burns away
C
Ain't nothing changed
G
It's going up in flames
G
It was early December
G
And it turned out cold
F C G
Smokey bought him a fifth of Turkey and headed on down to the boats
G
Didn't take him an hour
G
To burn three grand
F C G
Jumped right out of the oven and right up into that ol' frying pan
Chorus
(Solo)
G
Smokey stumbled in next morning
G
Fell face down on the floor
F C G
Pearl and the kids were gone, there was a note hanging on the door
G
He took out one last cigarette
G
Struck one last match
F C G
Watched the house goin down around him as he took in one last draft
Chorus x2