Egyptian Cowboy

A

A7
Strange raves on a Detroit bridge
A7
I was reaching for the rhythm but 
it's out of reach
A7
She was talking to the Buick
A7
She was cutting the tequila with 
bleach
A7
And she said to me
        Dm                    F
There's no such thing as an Egyptian
 cowboy
      A                    C
Your pretty haircut can't help you 
now, boy
  Dm                         C    
There's nothing we can do for you 
                           A7
unless you're willing to kill
A7
Hey, come on and kill.

(In the next part, A7 is strummed 
sporadically, with the spoken word 
parts sometimes inbetween)

A7
I think this city could have used a 
woman's touch
A7
As I'm wading through the toxic 
waste and such
A7
Cuz everybody here said I won't 
amount to much
A7
Everybody here said I won't amount 
to much
A7
When I go from point A to point B I 
want thrills and
A7
Chills and blood to spill
             Dm                    
But there's never any people on the 
F
people mover -
         A                    C
Public transit equivalent of Herbert
 Hoover
Continúa después del anuncio
        Dm                 F  
You're never gonna get anywhere 
                           A
because you're standing still
A
Standing still!
Eb                 Cm
These songs don't write themselves
      Ab                   F
I've got a music workshop run by 
elves
        Eb                Cm
Making dozens of records by the 
twelves
Ab                        F
Stocking our product on Ikea shelves
Eb
Let me state
Cm                Ab
My state of mind, mind, mind
          C#
Is just fine.

(Again: In the next part, A7 is 
strummed sporadically, with the 
spoken word parts sometimes 
inbetween)

A7
Baby, that's the sound of the years 
going by
A7
You can find me on the same bar 
stool just waiting to die.
A7
Three cheers to me, here's mud in 
your eye.
A7
I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in
 your eye"
A7
She came to close out my tab, so I 
was troubled and she took a stab
A7
And she said to me
        Dm                    F
There's no such thing as an electric
 tuba
       A                   Cm
The Detroit River's not a good place
 to scuba
     Dm                        F  
The only reason you're here today 
                        A
is cuz we need you to kill

Yeah, kill!

Eb            Cm
My songs are tasty pies,
Ab                     F
Fresh oven-baked and filled with 
lies
        Eb                
Gobbled up by the dozen by 
Cm
Neanderthal guys
Ab                      F
Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies
Eb      Cm             Ab      
Oh my, why you got quite a lot of 
C#
problems, don't you?

(Again: In the next part, A7 is 
strummed sporadically, with the 
spoken word parts sometimes 
inbetween)

A7
Shake that tambourine!
A7
Shake that shaker machine!
A7
Shake it, low.
A7
Shake it, high.
A7
Shake it.
A7
Shake it.

Outro:

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Eb  Ab  Cm  Eb  Cm  Ab  F  Eb