Egyptian Cowboy by Electric Six
Key: AA | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


A
A7
Strange raves on a Detroit Bridge
A7
I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach
A7
She was talking to the Buick
A7
She was cutting the tequila with bleach
A7
And she said to me
        Dm                    F
There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy
      A                    C
Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy 
  Dm                         C                               A7
There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill
A7
Hey, come on and kill.
(In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
I think this city could have used a woman's touch
A7
As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such
A7
Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7
Everybody here said I won't amount to much
A7
When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and
A7
Chills and blood to spill
             Dm                    F
But there's never any people on the people mover -
         A                    C
Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover      
        Dm                 F                             A
You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still
A
Standing still!
D#                 Cm
These songs don't write themselves
      G#                   F
I've got a music workshop run by elves
        D#                Cm
Making dozens of records by the twelves
G#                        F
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
D#
Let me state
Cm                G#
My state of mind, mind, mind
          C#
Is just fine.
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
Baby, that's the sound of the years going by
A7
You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die.
A7
Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye.
A7
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye"
A7
She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab
A7
And she said to me
        Dm                    F        
There's no such thing as an electric tuba
       A                   Cm
The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba
     Dm                        F                          A
The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill
Yeah, kill!
D#            Cm
My songs are tasty pies,
G#                     F
Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies
        D#                Cm
Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys
G#                      F
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
D#      Cm             G#      C#
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you?
(Again: In the next part, A7 is strummed sporadically, with the spoken word parts sometimes inbetween)
A7
Shake that tambourine!
A7
Shake that shaker machine!
A7
Shake it, low.
A7
Shake it, high.
A7
Shake it.
A7
Shake it.
Outro:
Cm  G#   F   D#  G#  F  Cm  F
D#  G#  Cm  D#  Cm  G#  F  D#
G#  F