Intro:  D - G - A

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

Chorus

 G         A                          D          Bm
Don’t the freight yards sound 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                              A
Well if ya take me back this time, baby I promise you I’ll stay

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


Chorus


G           A                          D         Bm
Don’t the freight yards sound 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                               A 
Well if ya take me back this time, baby I promise you I’ll stay


           D                                      G 
And then Parks hands me the bottle 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

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

Chorus

G           A                         D          Bm 
Don’t the freight yards sound 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                                A 
Well if ya take me back this time, baby I promise you I’ll stay