Gotta Get A Meal Ticket

Intro:
D F D F


[Verse 1]:

D
I can hound you, if I need too. Sip 
your brandy from a crystal shoe in 
the
G      F       D       Em      
corner. In the corner. While 
                         Bm
the others climb, reaching dizzy 
heights, the
G                        Bb      
world's in front of me in black 
   C             D              F
and white. I'm on the bottom 
       D
line, I'm on
    F
the bottom line.


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[Verse 2]: (same progression as 
before.)


I'd have a cardiac, if I had such 
luck. Lucky losers, lucky losers 
landing on skid
row. Landing on skid row. While the 
Diamond Jims, and the Kings road 
pimps,
breathe heavy in their brand new 
clothes. I'm on the bottom line, I'm
 on the
bottom line.


[Chorus]:


Gm                Dm           
And I gotta get a meal ticket. 
Bb       C            F
To survive you need a meal ticket, 
to stay
  Am             Dm           Gm 
alive you need a meal ticket. 
                    F
Feel no pain, no pain. No regret, no
 regret.
         C                         
When the line's been signed, you're
  Bb           Gm
 someone else. Do yourself a favor, 
the
Am                       Dm
meal ticket does the rest.