E E I packed up and spent a week traveling east on the Interstate A E On a pittance for a fast food diet and some toothpaste C#m B I can remedy along gettin' drunk, gettin' stoned A F# Then I'm back to my good old ways A B E Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son who often goes astray A E B For now the waking world can wait A E B To sing your blues away A E B And hope for better days F# Pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark F It's that needle and thread B Stitch up my broken heart! EAE E E I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight A E Then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby C#m B For the law man's sake I might bend but I won't break A F# That part I leave for lovers in life A B E E This is my right to keep quiet, I'll reserve it for some other time A E B For now the waking world can wait A E B To sing your blues away A E B And hope for better days F# And pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark F It's that needle and thread B E Stitch up my broken heart! B Cuff me up and take me in C E So I can sleep an hour or two F# Just me and the gross criminals F Singing loud with nothing to lose B Oh Lord, the music save their soul When nothing's right We'll rock and roll A E B For now the waking world can wait A E B To sing your blues away A E B Hope for better days F# Pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark F It's that needle and thread... A E B For now the waking world can wait A E B To sing your blues away A E B Hope for better days F# Pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark F It's that needle and thread B E Stitch up my broken heart! EAE EAE