Shoes Too Tight

E D C#m A C#m F#7 Fmaj7 E G#m D#m D C#m A C#m F#7 Fmaj7 E G#m Bm The Voice against the line D C#m A The cogs are made of old tines C#m F#7 Fmaj7 I was no citizen of any kind then E G# B Her with Fuchsia in her hair D F#m A And bumblebees in her garden C#m F#7 F Me with no keys or any idea when E G#m Somewhere between liquor and Listerine D C#m F#m A There’s wasted breath upon wasted dreams C#m F#7 Fmaj7 And I’m standing on the side of the road E G#m I lose a buck to make a dime D C# F#m A I’d lose a year for an hour of your time C#m F#7 Fmaj7 And I’m standing on the side of the road E I may just explode G#m E D F#m A C#m F# Fmaj7 E D Some poor fellow dressed in rags F#m A With apple cores in old bags C#m F#7 Fmaj7 Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight E B E He said, “I shoulda read these books years ago D F#m A You know it took all this time to learn what I’ll never know C#m F#7 D7 Now begins the reign of reason and light” E G#m Somewhere between liquor and Listerine D C#m A There’s wasted breath upon wasted dreams C#m F#7 F And I’m standing on the side of the road E G#m I lose a buck to make a dime D C# F#m A I’d lose a year for an hour of your time C#m F#7 Fmaj7 And I’m standing on the side of the road E I may just explode D#m D C#m A C#m F# F E G#m D C#m A C#m Lose a year for an hour of your time F# F And I'm standing on the side of the road E I may just explode G#m D C#m C#