Down The Dustpipe

INTRO: G

#1.
G
Heading down the back turnpike, 
signposts

are pointing west.
C                                 
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, 
     G
hope my pick-up

can stand the test.

CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, 
now..rolling down the
    C                
dustpipe, na-na-na-na 
 D
nana-na-nana-na.

#2.
G
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a
 ten dollar

bill in my jeans.
              C
Because there ain't no room for a 
kosher cowboy
     G
in a town like New Orleans.

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CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, 
now..rolling down the
    C                
dustpipe, na-na-na-na 
 D
nana-na-nana-na.

#3.
G
Guess I didn't make it in the city, 
but that's just

the way that it goes.
                C
Cause there's a lotta lunatics, 
crazy ghostmen, baby,
G
don't like the shape of my nose.

CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, 
now..rolling down the
    C                
dustpipe, na-na-na-na 
 D
nana-na-nana-na.


INTERLUDE: Gm C G D C Gm D

#4.
G
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a
 ten dollar

bill in my jeans.
              C
Because there ain't no room for a 
kosher cowboy
     G
in a town like New Orleans.

CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, 
now..rolling down the
    C                
dustpipe, na-na-na-na 
 D
nana-na-nana-na.

#5.
Ab
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a
 ten dollar

bill in my jeans.
              Db
Because there ain't no room for a 
kosher cowboy
     Ab
in a town like New Orleans.

                  Eb
But I'm doing all right, 
now..rolling down the
    Db
dustpipe..(Fade.)