| G | D | C | Em | E | Am | D | G | D | D7 |
| G | D | C | Em | E | |
| where will you | go when t | his day is | ove | r |
| Am | D | G | D | D7 | |
| a | gambler's | purse l | ays on the r | oad |
| Em | |
| straight to your door |
| A | D | |
| snakes have gone crazy to | night |
| Dm | Am | D | D7 | |
| winding their w | ay out of si | ght |
| a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted |
| seasons of strangers they've come and gone |
| doldrums are pounding, |
| cheapskates are clowning this town |
| who could disown themselves now |
| engineer, slow down this old train |
| cinders and chaff laugh at the moon |
| night birds will cackle |
| rotting like apples on trees |
| Dm | Am | D | A7 | |
| sending their d | ead melod | ies...to | me |