Intro:  G   D  C  G  F 

G                           D 
Everybody's praying for the rains to come 
        C                           G 
And the snow is gonna fall, down on me 
                             D 
Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand 
        C                         G 
And the locust gonna come to find me. 

C7 
Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon 
 					     G 
And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune 
C7 
We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf 
           D                          C7                G   F 
I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up on me 

Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car 
With the sheriff and me, singing out of key 
Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars 
With that empty bowl laughing right at me 

Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon 
And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune 
Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf 
I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up 






by: José Duarte 
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