调：D major•
Verse 1
with all these crumbs down in my bed
How can I get to sleep
with all this buzzing in my head?
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Em
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For eating crackers with my gin
Em
A
D
And drinking in my Sunday dress
The telephone is by the bottle,
which is always by my bed
Time and time I give it a rattle
and I've been on the way to this
But who'd thinkin' come to this?
as twangy as a fender
My radiator growls like Elvis
after Sunday dinner.
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G
Gm
G
dress.
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and I've been on the way to this,
I surely ain't a hypocrite,
I've had my fun and I must confess
F#m
A
D
Our reverend is a kingly soul,
His bible is not inked in gold,
I'm not coming off the front
porch.
I'm coming off the back porch.
Pop it on the beat, yeah,
call it out my name
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