Central Daylight Time

[G]Well the roof blew off the club in Oklahoma City, [C]fireman said, "the show can't go [G]on"

[G]So we spent another night somewhere in New Mexico [D7]drinkin' till all our money was [G]gone

[G]We had a day to kill so climbed up a mountain, [C]walked straight down the other [G]side

[G]Picked up a hitchhiker on the way back to Taos, he said, "[D7]Thank you boys for the [G]ride"

[A]
[G]If I could separate what's real, from what I've been dreamin', [C]I could live to fight another [G]day

[G]If I'd a listen to my mom who said, "Don't be believin' [D7]everything them writers [G]say"

[G]There's no line at the door and only thirty people [C]bothered to advance [G]pay

[G]If I could separate what's real, from what I've been dreamin', [D7]I could live to fight another [G]day

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- Verse 2

We'd packed everything and we set it all up to play three songs on a radio show

But you never can tell if anyone's listenin' and I guess it don't kill us what we don't know

So we play 'em just the same, and we tell 'em our name, and where to find us on the computer screen

When we're packin' it up is hear Stu on the phone sayin',"Baby I'm livin' the dream..."

[B]

If I could separate what's real, from what I've been dreamin', I could live to fight another day

If I'd a listen to my ma 'en she said, "Don't be believin' everything them writers say"

There's no line at the door and only twenty people bothered to advance pay

If I could separate what's real, from what I've been dreamin', I could live to fight another day

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- Verse 3

We got to sell ten T-shirts and twenty CDs to get from  Stevenville to Houston town

Well there's people there who care a little 'bout me and you know they won't let the poor boy down

It's Five Twenty Nine Central Daylight Time when the five of us come stollin' in

With smiles all around 'cause in Seventy Six hour till we have to be leavin' again

[C]

[A]If I could separate what's real, from what I've been dreamin', [D]I could live to fight another [A]day
[A]If I'd a listen to my dad who said, "Don't be believin' [E7]everything them Dutch writers [A]say"
[A]There's no line at the door and only five people [D]bothered to advance [A]pay
[A]If I could separate what's real, from what I've been dreamin', [E7]I could live to fight another [A]day
[A]If I could separate what's real, from what I've been dreamin', [E7]I could live to fight another [A]day