C5G5
They’re pickin’ up pieces of me,
F5
While they’re pickin’ up pieces of you.
C5
In a bag you will be, before the day is over.
G5
Were you looking for somewhere to be.
F5
Or looking for someone to do.
E5
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you.
F5
And on the back of my hand,
E5F5
Were, directions I could understand.
E5F5
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker,
E5F5
Has gone and ruined all our plans.
C5
Our best-made plans.
Chorus:
G5A5
Don’t leave me here, to cast through time,
E5C5
Without a map, or road sign.
G5A5
Don’t leave me here, my guiding light,
E5F5E5
'Cause I... I... wouldn’t know where to begin.
F5E5
I asked the Kings of Medicine.
C5G5
They’re pickin’ up pieces of me,
F5
While they’re pickin’ up pieces of you.
C5
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.
C5G5
It’s a case in point baby,
F5
That you never thought it through.
E5
Stupid me, that I could depend on stupid you.
F5
And on the tip of my tongue,
E5F5
Were, words that always came out all wrong.
E5F5E5
'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort,
F5
Left to dry-out in the Sun,
C5
The noon-day Sun.
Chorus X2
G5A5
Don’t leave me here, to cast through time,
E5C5
Without a map, or road sign.
G5A5
Don’t leave me here, my guiding light,
E5F5E5
'Cause I... I... wouldn’t know where to begin.
F5E5
I asked the Kings of Medicine.
F5E5
But it seems that they’ve lost their powers.
F5E5
Now all I’m left with is the hour.
C5G5A5E5
Don’t leave me here,
C5G5A5E5
Don’t leave me here, oh no-oh,
E5
I wouldn’t know where to begin.