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A New Drink For The Old Drunk

Crooked Fingers
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Would  you try, could you buy a new drink  for the old  drunk
 It’s no crime  to resign misery  with a bottle
 Well, you walked  into town  without making  a sound
 And you slipped  as you slammed  your face into  the crowd
 As you tried  to forget  all the words  that were said
 To deny  all the things  that you keep  in your head
 When you came you were new but today  you’re much older
 You were spent  so you went to get used  in the corner
 Where they kicked  you around  like a rodeo clown
 And it echoed  through town  they were beating  you down
 And as they spread  the word  that you liked  how it hurt
 All at once  you were cause  for a pitiful  cure
Hours  pass by half forgotten
Night  turns black  ‘cause it’s rotten
 And we  slide right to the bottom
 Our  tongues made  out of cotton
Eyes  seal shut in a slumber
‘Til  we hear someone  mumble
Could  you spare from the tumbler
A  new drink  for the old drunk
Now  you waste all your days in the dark  in the corner
 Without light,  without grace, where you wait  for the slaughter
 Where they spit  in your face  as the hours  grow late
 And they laugh  as they lie  and then seal  up your fate
 And you  cringe as you binge  to forget  how you hate
 All the doom  in this pitiful  room  you create
Hours  pass by half forgotten
Night  turns black  ‘cause it’s rotten
 And we  slide right to the bottom
 Our  tongues made  out of cotton
Eyes  seal shut in a slumber
‘Til  we hear someone  mumble
Could  you spare from the tumbler
A  new drink  for the old drunk

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Readable chord sheet for A New Drink For The Old Drunk by Crooked Fingers

[D]Would you try, could you buy a new [G]drink for the [A]old drunk
It’s no c[D]rime to resign mi[G]sery with a b[A]ottle
Well, you w[G]alked into [A]town without m[Bm]aking a s[D]ound
And you [G]slipped as you s[A]lammed your face i[Bm]nto the cr[D]owd
As you t[G]ried to f[A]orget all the [Bm]words that were [D]said
To d[G]eny all the t[A]hings that you [Bm]keep in your [D]head
When you came you were new but to[G]day you’re much ol[A]der
You were [D]spent so you went to get [G]used in the c[A]orner
Where they k[G]icked you a[A]round like a [Bm]rodeo [D]clown
And it [G]echoed through t[A]own they were b[Bm]eating you [D]down
And as they s[G]pread the w[A]ord that you [Bm]liked how it [D]hurt
All at [G]once you were ca[A]use for a [Bm]pitiful c[D]ure
[D]Hours pass by half forgotten
[G]Night turns bl[A]ack ‘cause it’s rotten
And [D]we slide right to the bottom
O[G]ur tongues m[A]ade out of cotton
[D]Eyes seal shut in a slumber
[G]‘Til we hear s[A]omeone mumble
[D]Could you spare from the tumbler
[G]A new d[A]rink for the old drunk
[D]Now you waste all your days in the d[G]ark in the c[A]orner
Without l[D]ight, without grace, where you [G]wait for the sl[A]aughter
Where they s[G]pit in your f[A]ace as the ho[Bm]urs grow la[D]te
And they l[G]augh as they l[A]ie and then s[Bm]eal up your f[D]ate
And you[G] cringe as you b[A]inge to f[Bm]orget how you h[D]ate
All the [G]doom in this [A]pitiful r[Bm]oom you cr[D]eate
[D]Hours pass by half forgotten
[G]Night turns b[A]lack ‘cause it’s rotten
And [D]we slide right to the bottom
O[G]ur tongues m[A]ade out of cotton
[D]Eyes seal shut in a slumber
[G]‘Til we hear s[A]omeone mumble
[D]Could you spare from the tumbler
[G]A new dri[A]nk for the old drunk

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