Barstow

Intro:  D - G - A

 D                               G
Well here comes Parks and he’s found
 another bottle
G                              
He tips it up like a trumpet; he 
            A
takes a drink and passes it on
D                                 
And every man ‘round the fire 
     G
takes a course on the bottle
             G                   
It ain’t much, it ain’t good, but 
       A
it’ll get us through ‘til dawn

Chorus

 G         A                      
Don’t the freight yards sound like
    D          Bm
 a drunk in a metal shop?
  G                      A
I can’t believe it gets this cold in
 Barstow
 D                      G
And I can’t believe I pissed my 
twenties away
            G                      
Well if ya take me back this time, 
        A
baby I promise you I’ll stay

D                                 
Then Parks takes another drink and
      G
 he starts to sing off key
               G                   
There’s not a man big enough ‘round
              A
 the fire to shut him up
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D                                 
And in the cold morning he’s 
     G
sayin’, “Hey Okie tell Arkie, Texas 
found a job in California
                           A
And everybody around the fire cracks
 up


Chorus


G           A                    
Don’t the freight yards sound 
      D         Bm
like a drunk in a metal shop?
  G                       A
I can’t believe it gets this cold in
 Barstow
 D                             
And I can’t believe I pissed my 
   G
twenties away
            G                      
Well if ya take me back this time, 
         A
baby I promise you I’ll stay


           D                       
And then Parks hands me the bottle 
               G
he says, “I’m goin’ to Tucson”
G                           A
Hold up all winter at the Sally, if 
I can
D                              G
I don’t mind the praying and I don’t
 mind saying
G                               A
I could listen forever to that Sally
 brass band

G     A     D     Bm     G     A


          D                        
And then Parks starts laughing 
          G
hard, but he doesn’t make a sound
      G                            
He grabs the bottle back from me 
             A
and kills the last of the wine
             D                     
And in the fire’s glow I can see 
                 G
his eyes and they shine like brake 
lights
         G                     A
And I’m grateful I cannot see mine

Chorus

G           A                    
Don’t the freight yards sound 
     D          Bm
like a drunk in a metal shop?
  G                      A
I can’t believe it gets this cold in
 Barstow
 D                      G
And I can’t believe I pissed my 
twenties away
            G                      
Well if ya take me back this time, 
          A
baby I promise you I’ll stay