F
Every night another woman
Bb
Every day a different town
C
If I'm not accused of speeding
F
I'm accused of coming down
With a legal dose of something
Bb
That you heard was going 'round
CF
And you wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.
F
Every song another record
Bb
Every day just like a clock
C
Knowing well I've had to take it
F
Till I make it to the top
With the devil right behind me
Bb
And my heart about to stop
CF
Then you wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.
Bb
Twenty years I was in prison
F
More than that I was alone
Bb
Some lily-white reporter
C
Thinks it's time that I was stoned
F
Without sin, he wrote the story
Bb
And it chilled me to the bone
CF
Then he wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.
F
I shaved my beard and cut my hair off
Bb
It don't matter anyhow
C
It was truth that told the answers
F
To the questions up till now
"Crucify him," someone shouted
BbCF
Then they wondered why I lost my Sense of Humor.
F
Hey, take them crosses from my doorstep
Bb
There's no reason to my rhyme
C
Everybody knows somebody
F
Will take care of me in time
I made friends of all you stand for
Bb
But the blind can't lead the blind
CF
Just be glad I haven't lost my Sense of Humor.
CF
Just be glad I haven't lost my Sense of Humor
'Cause if I ever catch you I'm gonna kick your ass
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.