The Junkie And The Juicehead Minus Me chords by Kris Kristofferson

The Junkie and The Juicehead, Minus Me
From the album Kristofferson

Intro:
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Verse 1:
    D               G
I was stumble bummin' down them neon Music City sidewalks
    A                G        D
With a junkie and a juicehead who had problems of their own
      D                 G
Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
     A               G        D
And some talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home
    G
Eighty days out of the army makin' neither love nor money
    D                E      A
And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
     D                G
Then the junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner
     A                 G       D
While he told us of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song

Chorus:
      G              D
He said my fortune was my future, but I let it slip away
     A               G      D
Slowly smokin' myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
 G                   D
Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
   A                 N.C.
And writin' songs for no one but myself and the juicehead, who said,
 G                D
"If I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass,
  A               D
And I can see it's time for me to make my last request:
     G                  D
Will you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest,
    A               D
So the boys can say I drank my way to hell?"

Verse 2:
     D                 G
Well, I drank the whole thing over puttin' one and two together
    A             G       D
And it added up to more of what I didn't want to be
     D              G
I ain't blamin' Music City, but it's only gonna see me
     A               G        D
One more workday and a wake up and the time it takes to leave
     G
'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
    D                E      A
In a prophet pushin' daydreams on the corner for a fee
    D            G
And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
    A               G      D
And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea and sympathy

Chorus:
    G                 D
And I bet that junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away
       A               G      D
While he's smokin' hisself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
 G               D
Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay
   A                  N.C.
And writin' words that no one's gonna see but the juicehead, who said
G              D
Every empty bottle is his private crystal ball
      A               D
Where he stares into the future, findin' nothin' there at all,
     G                 D
Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall
   A               D A D