A , E x6 --- A E A, E Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night A E A, E Now that town sets in for a fight (no chord, turning page) Doo doo doo --- A E A, E Frighten'd of the dice they roll A E Where the highway ends and the sand turns to gold A E A, E The turnpike ends and turns to gold A , E A , E Hmmm --- A A E A, E Me and my baby- well I drew my money from the Central Trust A E A, E And I hopped with my guitar on a greyhound bus A E A, E Headin' down south money and guitar in my hand A E A, E On a one way ticket to the promised land A E A Out where they- baby, through the wood, run A, E Down where the iron turn to rust --- A A And your weekend pa... Your week pay baby... A E A, E And your weeks pay in a minute just turns to dust A E A, E Me again baby I wouldn't leave A E A, E Again 'till I believe A E A, E That some gonna stand, man some gonna fall A E A, E And some ain't gonna get to play the game at all --- A E A, E Well they give you the worst and they take the best A E A, E For a fist full of dollars and a little bit less A E Hey! A , E , A , E Now! A E Na na na... A E Da da da... A , E x2 --- A E A E Well a-broke and busted I went down to the clock - on a clock A E A, E And I took my guitar baby, put her in hock A , E Hmmm A , E --- A E A, E Baby what's a poor boy gonna do? --- A , E x2 --- A B E A fist full of dollars and a little bit less A E Da da da... A , E x4
