Number 37405

E


(verse)
       E                         
Oh, he listens to the countdown, 
C#m
every Sunday morning
       A                    E
From a cold solitary prison cell
E                                 
And the music from his radio is 
   C#m
like freedom down a dirt toad
A                                  
Makes that eight by ten a brighter 
B
hill


(chorus)
B                               A
Before he started doing all the hard
 time that he's doing
       E               Emaj7      
He was singing in them honky-tonks
     C#m
 and dives
   E                             
He dreamed of being somebody, now 
     B           E
he's number 37405


(verse)
         E                         
Well she used to come and see him, 
      C#m
every other weekend
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    A                              
And bring him all the news from way
      E
 back home
              E
It's been two birthdays since he's 
kissed her,
     C#m
Five seconds since he's missed her
        A                       
Now the perfume on those letters 
            B
ain't that strong


(chorus)
B                             
He's got too much time to think 
            A
about the night he had too much to 
drink
            E             Emaj7   
And all his buddies, they begged 
          C#m
him not to drive
    E                          
Mr. Life of the Party, he's now 
B           A
number 37405


(instrumental)
A   C#m   B   C#m,   A   C#m   B


(verse)
E                                 
Old judge on the bench said, "Son,
      C#m
 your crime's got consequences."
     A                             
It's what he told him, fifteen 
  E
years ago
          E                      
He took a life and that's a fact, 
               C#m
he'd give his own to give it back
A                             
Today's the day he finally gets 
  B
parole
   B                               
He turns in them prison clothes, 
  A
and stands there at the fork in the 
road
    E              Emaj7          
And mama prays and waits while he 
C#m
decides
                           B
And the angels close their eyes...
E                              
Listens to the birds sing on a 
C#m
perfect autumn morning
     A                          
Just down the road, rings an old 
        E
church bell


(instrumental-out)
6x
C#m    A    E,