Rotting Strip / Crooked Fingers D Blurry eyes half bent and I can’t take you sober G Tricking off the rotting strip that we’ve been D trudging under D We ducked into a dim lit room out where the river bends G And turned to walk the burning bridge that we would build C And crossed our hearts half hoping C That we could both quit smoking C And kick the booze and blow D And one day go make something of ourselves D
Glory came and went the night we both slipped under D ‘Neath the row of oil slicks and ancient ugly lovers D Some they say the price you pay is far too much to spend G But they don’t know the cost is fair if for a while C It keeps your heart from crumbling C And we’d take what we want when we knew what we wanted G When we wished we had something to lose C You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl G jeans D I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do D Boredom settled in and I can’t take you sober G Strewn across the rotting strip that we’ve been building D over D ‘Til nothing made its wicked way slow creeping into view G Where we could watch the burning bridge that we half built C Across our hearts now broken C And we could both quit smoking C And kick the booze and blow D And one day go make something of ourselves C And we’d take what we want when we knew what we wanted G When we wished we had something to lose C You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl jeans D I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do C So we branded our hearts and we toasted the stars G Getting wasted by the light of the moon G you were a two bit tramp - I was a low life lying scum D We were a bad lay coming undone burning for someone to use
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