Intro:  G   D  C  G  F

G                           D
Everybody's praying for the rains to come
        C                           G
And the snow is gonna fall, down on me
                             D
Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand
        C                         G
And the locust gonna come to find me.

C7
Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
                                             G
And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune
C7
We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
           D                          C7                G   F
I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up on me

Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car
With the sheriff and me, singing out of key
Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars
With that empty bowl laughing right at me

Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon
And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune
Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up