| E | D | A | E | D | |
| I ain't got no | incli | nation |
| E | D | A | E | D | |
| Give away my | sweet sen | sation |
| E | D | A | E | D | |
| Sleepin in an | old tool | shed |
| E | D | A | E | D | |
| Scumbag cryin | on his | pillow |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | G | D | E | E | D | |
| When you wanna | be with me then | we will see who's | fuckin with my | head |
| Found myself in New Orleans |
| With a scarecrow in my jeans |
| Beat my forehead through the ceiling |
| Drank my coffee with a hubcap |
| Float upon my checkout boots |
| Floating by you on the bayou |
| Now talkin on a walkie talkie |
| (?) cop a little to my hand |