Big City Cocaine

D7 G Whiskey does not thrill me anymore C/G Just half a glass I’m on my ass, I’m looking for the floor G D G No hangovers don’t thrill me anymore G And I cant take those trips of LSD C/G Theres a chemical reaction, it’s a scary place to be G D G I’m seeing shit that I don’t wanna see C/G I need somethin better, that’s gonna fix my brain, G Like two fat lines’ll do me fine of that D D7 G Big City Cocaine G And I’m gonna put that old crack pipe away C/G I phoned in sick in Christmas man I think its almost may, G D G I’m gonna put that old glass pipe away G Cus I aint shootin up on horse no more, C/G Been pimpin out my sister just so I can make a score G D G No I aint shooting dragons any more C/G No purple hearts, no council brown, G No reds or blues to bring me round, C/G Like an aeroplane in a hurricane, G n.c. Two fat lines’ll do me fine of that, D D7 G Big City Cocaine D D7 G That Big City Cocaine D7 *Sniff* *Sniff* G Now I think I’ve tried almost every drug, C/G Some I’ve hated, C/G G some I’ve loved C/G I need drugs to k**l the hurt, G Keeps me happy, lets me work, D D7 G Like Big City Cocaine C/G No microdots, no stinkin weed, G I think I have all I need, C/G No more monkey, no more speed G Thank the lord, I’ve been released C/G Charlie bring that pink champagne, G Lets all get fucked up again, D Am G On Big City Cocaine D Am G On Big City Cocaine D D7 G On Big City… …Cocaine