Hurricane Party Chords

Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

G C G C G C D

GThe hurricane party's winding Cdown

And we're all waitin' for the Gend

GAnd I don't want another drink

I Conly want that last one aGgain

It gave me Dsuch a fine glow, Csmoky and slow

Now I should Gprobably be homeward Dbound

But there's Gno one to talk toC

When the lines go dowGn

I guess in the morning I'll go looking for my grey striped cat

My old house can take the weather

So I'm not too concerned about that

It was built to take the wind back in nineteen ten

When this was one damn fine town

But now there's no one to talk to

When the lines go down

Candles flickered on the back bar

The building was shakin' with the wind

I bought a whiskey for the gypsy

And she turned my leather back into skin

Just a fleeting sense

Of that rare suspense

I used to think made the world go round

But now there's no one to talk to

When the lines go down

Bridge

DOpen up your Cback screen door D

DLet me see your Cface once more D

DMy hands are cold and my Cfeet so sore

That I Gcan't go on this Dway

And the thoughts come too fast and too many to keep count

Best just let 'em on through

Now I'm breaking those old glass insulators

With my old twenty-two

Off the telegraph poles

As a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown

There's just no one to talk to

When the lines go down

My one great love

My God I can feel her still

She ran off to California

Now she's livin' in those Hollywood Hills

With some bullfrog prince

I've not seen her since

Though she calls when he's out of town

And there's no one to talk to

When the lines go down

Bridge

Open up your back screen door

Let me in your space once more

I was lookin' for an easy score

But it just don't work that way

Some insurance man biker is yelling out for one more beer

But a part-time pirate just don't get much respect around here

We got our problems too man

We'll get to you in just a minute

Sit your drunk ass down

Yeah there's no one to talk to

When the lines go down

[Bridge without lyrics]

Now there's water up past the wheel wells of my Ford

And I don't guess it'll run

But I left a pack of Winstons on the dash

Could you get 'em for me son

The morning's first cigarette, that's as good as it gets all day

I should know by now

That there's no one to talk to

When the lines go down

Not hard at all! Thanks again to BlueLaguna for his version. If you find any

issues with mine just let me know.