| D | |
| I met him in Seattle, bellied up to a bottle |
| G | D | |
| Tellng lies in the Blue Moon | Bar |
| D | |
| His face was hard and traveled and as the lines unraveled, |
| G | A | D | |
| I saw a man who could la | ugh about his sc | ars |
| Chorus #1 |
| D | |
| He said I got Shanghied in Vegas by a painted woman |
| A | |
| I got hog-tied by a red-head in Ohi | o |
| D | G | |
| I got de | railed by a dancer down in | Dallas |
| D | A | D | |
| He said, | women gonna be the death a me, | but what a way to go |
| D | |
| He said a girl named Nancy once tickled his fancy |
| G | D | |
| And backed it up with a hundred dollar s | mile |
| D | |
| He laughed about that Madam Rue, she was into Voodoo |
| G | A | D | |
| A little | weird but she a | lways drove him | wild |
| D | |
| He said I got tongue-tied by a teacher in Talahassee |
| D | A | |
| I got french-fried by a waitress in Ida | ho |
| D | G | |
| I got wa | y-layed by a widow in Wy | oming |
| D | A | D | |
| He said, | women gonna be the death a me, | but what a way to | go |
| 1st chorus |
| D | A | D | |
| He said, | women gonna be the death a me, | but what a way to | go |