Key: E Intro: N.C. That's one, two, one, two, three, four F#m B E Verse: E A E I said, "Ed Belly watched telly in a highway motel room" C# F#m B Well, he felt at ease in the tat and sleaze in the neon midnight gloom E A E For so long, every song in his heart and in his head C# F# B E He fantasized, romanticized, the lonesome life he led E A E Well, he sang about anti-heroes, drifters, weirdos, big dreamers from small towns C# F#m B Cyberpunks, grifters, drunks, and retired rodeo clowns E A E The dispossessed, the dissipated, the desperate, and the damned E C# F# B E Well, the lower the dog, the higher the cat, the more he loved their band E
And for years, he waited with bated breath A Am Through clouds of skag and crystal meth E C# He waits so patiently for death F#m E With the quick and the unbruised E With sunken eyes, he scanned the earth A Am His head down so low, his neck did hurt E C#m It's a small wonder his spine's not curved F# B E Kept his head so low Interlude: E A E E A Am E C# F#m B E E E Yes, but all the while, his ears were tingling A D For troubled souls have a song worth singing E C# F#m E Yeah, Hell's bells were ding-a-linging all along the road F#m B E I said, "All all along that road" Outro: E E E E
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