B5 F#5
They’re pickin’ up pieces of me,
E5
While they’re pickin’ up pieces of you.
B5
In a bag you will be, before the day is over.
F#5
Were you looking for somewhere to be.
E5
Or looking for someone to do.
D#5
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you.
E5
And on the back of my hand,
D#5 E5
Were, directions I could understand.
D#5 E5
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker,
D#5 E5
Has gone and ruined all our plans.
B5
Our best-made plans.
F#5 G#5
Don’t leave me here, to cast through time,
D#5 B5
Without a map, or road sign.
F#5 G#5
Don’t leave me here, my guiding light,
D#5 E5 D#5
‘Cause I... I... wouldn’t know where to begin.
E5 D#5
I asked the Kings of Medicine.
B5 F#5
They’re pickin’ up pieces of me,
E5
While they’re pickin’ up pieces of you.
B5
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.
B5 F#5
It’s a case in point baby,
E5
That you never thought it through.
D#5
Stupid me, that I could depend on stupid you.
E5
And on the tip of my tongue,
D#5 E5
Were, words that always came out all wrong.
D#5 E5 D#5
‘Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort,
E5
Left to dry-out in the Sun,
The noon-day Sun.
F#5 G#5
Don’t leave me here, to cast through time,
D#5 B5
Without a map, or road sign.
F#5 G#5
Don’t leave me here, my guiding light,
D#5 E5 D#5
‘Cause I... I... wouldn’t know where to begin.
E5 D#5
I asked the Kings of Medicine.
E5 D#5
But it seems that they’ve lost their powers.
E5 D#5
Now all I’m left with is the hour.
B5 F#5 G#5 D#5
Don’t leave me here,
B5 F#5 G#5 D#5
Don’t leave me here, oh no-oh,
E5 D# <------ Just the bass note :P
I wouldn’t know where to begin.