Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
i change the gas prize sign, in the early morning
stand in the cold head lights in a one piece jumpsuite with a logo on it
you make a shovel from a shell
its the qickest way to dig to hell
its right beside the tag that bears my name
what a charade
what a charade
every morning i get up, and pull that jumper on my friend
fake a smile and squeeze that pump and make a sneaky puff from mary jane
try to kill them voices in my brain
what a charade
what a charade
what a charade
you got the bluest eyes you love rodeos
you dressed to kill tonight cant help but thinking bout your daughter when
you hear a song inside a shell
when you hear the ringing of a bell
swear to god you'll get her back one day
what a charade
what a charade
every morning you get up and to work in the bar
but who among them hopped up boys got any clue what you really are
all they know is that tag that bears your name
what a charade
what a charade
(Harp solo)
but when we make love youre eyes roll back
and everything in the room turns black
maybe the future is painted black if tommorrow turns to black
just meet me out on that golden step and everything will be golden then and Ill run my
hand through your golden hair
Ill run my hand through your golden hair, Ill run my hand through your golden hair, Ill
run my hand through your golden hair