G I was painting a still life this morningAm Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy Of Tropic of CancerC The only thing weird about itD Is that a year ago,G I never thought I'd paint anything againG I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint againAm It didn't bother me too much Warhol's dead,C David Hockney's still aliveD G I don't need to paintG I painted over ten thousand paintingsAm Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light onesC I've done haystacksD And rich old ladies by their poolsG Wearing nothing but a scarfG I've painted everything there was to paintAm Now it was time to sit backC Give interviews, get on the internetD Hang out at club medG Take stock of what I've doneG You know, the best friend I ever had was a dogAm It sounds like a cliche unless it's happened to youC D G Some days that dog was the only reason I even got out of bedG That dog went everywhere with meAm And then I heard the crack addicts Were stealin' dogs and selling them for animal researchC It sounded like an urban myth to meD Like the mouse in the Coke bottleG But I started leavin' her at home after thatG You know, Paula was my wife for a whileAm She ran off to Paris with the great grandson of Van GoghC D G A cartoonist who did fashion graphics for Le MondeG When Paula left she took my dogAm I never saw her again Except in the court during the custody battleC D She won and got to keep the dogG And I didn't speak to anyone for monthsG You know sometimes it feelsBm Like there's so much that you needC Bm G Sometimes the world is upside downG Sometimes it feelsBm Like the only thing you needC Bm Am C G Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through townG I started hanging around with DinoAm He used to run a poker game back eastC D Now he sells cappuccino to his old palsG Tommy Chicago and Jimmy the Wig and Ugly RoseG You know the best person I ever knewAm Was a Mormon woman named Estelle She still calls me drunk every few monthsC D And asks me stuff I don't want to talk aboutG You can't talk to her very long unless you're drunk yourselfG Am C D G Then we go all nightG She says, "Why baby, why baby, why baby, whyAm Have you turned your back on love?C You had so many chancesD G Why have you let 'em all go by?"G Well, one morning I was sitting in front of Dino's placeAm with Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly Who gives free mohawksC There were a couple of young paintersD I was hopin' to come byG So I could give 'em some adviceG Yeah, I was sittin' there updating my list of enemiesAm When this girl walks in And the universe kind of stopsC D Turned out she drank the same tea as meG It don't take more than that to start a conversation sometimesG She believed collage was the greatest of all the artsAm And was busy pasting pictures of horsesC Next to ads for laundry soapD Next to Mohammed AliG She had a turquoise in her earG And said Rachmaninoff was always in her headAm Later that day I was trying to describe her to Jimmy the WigC I couldn't find any wordsD G And I realized I'd started to sketch her chinG Somehow it didn't look rightAm I scratched it out and tried it againC I filled an entire padD G I threw it away, I never even came closeG For six days I sat at Dino's placeAm The rain wouldn't quit and no one came inC D Finally on the seventh day it clearedG And in she walkedG I asked her to sit with me And I bought her a cup of teaAm And I asked her to model for me sometimeC That afternoon I was at a canvasD She was wearing a yellow dressG I swore if she let me, I'd get it rightG I've painted over ten thousand paintingsAm Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones, and light onesC D But sitting there, it was like I couldn't evenG Write my own nameG I apologized and said, "It's been a few monthsAm If you have patience, I'll get the hang of it again"C D G In the next few weeks, I painted her hundreds of timesG If I get the nose right, the chin's too longAm If I get 'em both right, the face is too thinC D But I keep after it and one dayG I get it all right [harmonica solo]G Am C D GG Am C D GG I painted a still life this morningAm Of a throat lozenge sitting on a copy of Tropic of CancerC The only thing that's funnyD Is I never thoughtG I'd paint anything againG I think I might go visit EstelleAm Those Utah mountains are good for the soulC I'll bring my brushesD And some Jack DanielsG And we can make up for lost timeG She said, "Why baby, why baby, why baby why?Am Have you turned your back on loveC You had so many chancesD G Why do you let 'em all go by?G Am Why baby, why baby, why baby why? Have you turned your back on loveC You had so many chancesD G Why do you let 'em all go by?"G Bm Sometimes it seems like there's so much that you needC Bm G Sometimes the world is upside downG Bm Sometimes it seems like the only thing you needC Bm Am C G Is holdin' someone's hand as you walk through town
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