#BURMA SHAVE TOM WAITS # # # Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Licorice tattoo, turned a gun metal blue Dm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 The one eyed jacks, across the railroad tracks Dm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 And the scar on its belly pulled a stranger passing through Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 He was a juvenile delinquent, never learned how to behave Bbm7 But the cops would never think to look C7 Dm7 In Burma Shave Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone Dm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 He didn't seem to be like any guy she'd ever known Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 He kinda looked like Farley Grainger, with his hair slicked back Dm7 C7 Fm7 Eb G# C7 She says i'm a sucker for a fella in a cowboy hat Dm7 C7 How far are you going Dm7 Bbm7 C7 He said depends on what you mean Bbm7 C7 He says i'm only stop in ' here to get some gasoline Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 I guess i'm going thataway just as long as it's paved Bbm7 And I guess you'd say i'm on my way C7 Dm7 To burma shave Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 And with her knees up on the glove compartment, took out her barrettes Dm7 C Fm7 And her hair spilled out like root beer G# C7 And she popped her gum and arched her back Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Hell Marysville ain't nothing , but a wide spot in the road Bbm7 C7 Some night my heart pounds just like thunder i don't know why it don't explode Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Cause everyone in this stinking town, has got one foot in the grave Bbm7 And i'd rather take my chances C7 Dm7 Out in burma shave Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Presley's what i go by, why don't you change the station Dm7 C Fm7 G# C7 Count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Mister anywhere you point this thing, has got to beat the hell out of the sting Dm7 C# C7 Dm7 C7 Of going to bed with every dream that dies here every mornin, Bbm7 C7 And so drill me a hole Dm7 With a barber pole Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 I'm jumping my parole just like a fugitive tonight Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Why don't you have another swig, and pass that car if you're so brave Bbm7 I wanna get there before the sun comes up in C7 Dm7 Burma Shave Dm7 C Fm7 Eb G# C7 And the spider web crack and the mustang screamed Dm7 C Fm7 Eb G# C7 Smoke from the tires and the twisted machine Dm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Just a nickel's worth of dreams and every wishbone that they saved Bbm7 Lie swindled from them on the way to C7 Dm7 Burma Shave Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 And the sun hit the derrick and cast a bat wing shadow Bbm7 C7 Dm7 C7 Up against the car door on the shotgun side Bbm7 C7 And when they pulled her from the wreck you know she Dm7 C7 Still had on her shades Bbm7 They say that dreams are growing wild just this side of C7 Dm7 Burma Shave ***************************************************************************************** The above is solely MY INTERPRETATION of this great song, in a format aimed at learning guitarists. No attempt has been made to copy or reproduce the artist's or publisher's sheet music for the song, if such exists. It can be used for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. To play the song as it should be played, you should purchase the official sheetmusic for the song. You should also purchase and listen to the song to learn the rhythm and timing of the song - this is essential if you wish to play the song with any degree of accuracy *****************************************************************************************