Fourth Time Around

F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F When she said, "Don't waste your words, they're just lies," I cried she was deaf. Bb F Bb F Bb F And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, Then said, "What else you got left?" Am Gm It was then that I got up to leave But she said, "Don't forget, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb Ev'rybody must give something back For something they get." F Bb F Bb F Bb F I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come. Bb F Bb F Bb F And she buttoned her boot, And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute." Am Gm So I forced my hands in my pockets And felt with my thumbs, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb And gallantly handed her My very last peice of gum. F Bb F Bb F Bb F She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ry-one walked. Bb F Bb F Bb F And after finding I'd Forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked. Am Gm I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, And I tried to make sense, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair That leaned up against... F Bb F Bb F Bb F Her Jamaican rum And when she did come, I asked her for some. Bb F Bb F Bb F She said, "No, dear." I said, "Your words aren't clear, You'd better spit out your gum." Am Gm She screamed till her face got so red, Then she fell on the floor, F Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb And I covered her up and then Thought I'd go look through her drawer. F Bb F Bb F Bb F And when I was through, I filled up my shoe And brought it to you. Bb F Bb F Bb F And you, you took me in, You loved me then, You didn't waste time. Bb F Bb F Bb F Bb F And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine. ------- Typed by Petter Larsson , larpe@nts.mh.se