Junky Star

[B]The man come to shake my hand
And [Ab]rob[A] me of my farm   [A]
[B]I shot him dead and hung my head
And d[Ab]rov[A]e off in his car    [A]
[B]So on the run with a smokin gun
I’m l[Ab]ook[A]in for the coast [A]
[B]Of all the things I’ve had and lost
Your lov[Ab]e I[A] miss the most  [A]
And h[E]ell wi[B]ll have to[A] pay
I w[B]ent a little bit too far I’d say        [E]

Half drunk I stumble on
The whiskey from the bar
Sleepin in the Santa Monica pier
With the Junkies and the Stars
For when I wore a Spanish cross
Was reachin for my hand
Then a stranger took the place
Of words I couldn’t understand
And there’s noth[E]ing but the[B] ground      [A]
It’s the on[E]ly place[B] I’ve found    [A]
Where I [E]can lay [B]my head [A]in town    [E]

Down on the boulevard
The sidewalk shuffles change
Cracked out from the night before
Hallucinating in the rain
So I borrowed a quarter for
A call to the other side
Told god that the whole damn world
Was waitin in line to die
But not me this time
I left the trouble far behind
And then he tied his arm off one more time

The man come to shake my hand
And rob me of my farm