F N.C. F Gm Those oil field girls all taste of whisky Bb C There thoughts are free there cloths are torn Am Dm They walk the strip like painted shadows Bb C Cursing the night when man was born Gm C F There's one name Frida and one named Angel Gm Bb C There's a rose of hatred and ragtime gal Am Dm All legs and heart bright lips in the moonlight Bb C Young man will die at the turn of a curl F Gm I'm packing my bag I'm shipping out on a freighter Bb C I'll lick my wounds in a far off world Am Dm One hand on my heart one hand on a bottle Bb C Just a drunker's dream of the oil field girls F Gm Da da da dum de de de de de Bb C de de de do do do do de Am Dm do do do do do do do do do Bb C do do de do do do do de dum F Gm Here's a round for the priest here's a round for the begger Bb C Here's a round for the rouges all over this world Am Dm But I'll drink me a case of old peculiar Bb C For I raise me a glass to the oil field girls F Gm Those oil field girls all taste of whisky Bb C There thoughts are free there cloths are torn Am Dm They walk the strip like painted shadows Bb C Cursing the night when man was born F Gm De de de de de do de de de Bb C de de de de de de de de Am Dm de do de de da do da da dum Bb C de de de de da de de de F de de de de