You're In Maya

A D A A D E A D A D A E A A D A He hit me right in the face. A D E I drove the Falcon uptown. A D A D Hung out in the library parking lot. A E A The swelling'll never go down. D A Tied a Hiram Walker in the lining A E of my father's old corduroy coat -- A D A D big, big plans hatching in my brain and a A E A big ugly lump in my throat. D A I drove up to Harvey Mudd and I played pinball A E 'til I didn't want to k**l anyone. A D A D polished off all my cheap whiskey A E A and stepped out into the California sun. A D A Singing bainne na mbá³ is na ngamhna, A D E and the juice of the barley for me. A D A D Singing bainne na mbá³ is na ngamhna, A E A and the juice of the barley for me. D A E A D A E A D A My thirst carried me up the coast, A D E where it only got sharper, God damn it, A D A D in a small room that got even smaller A E A a block away from the Wilamette. D A There was nowhere I needed to go, A E and nowhere I wanted to be. A D A D And my window looked out upon nothing, A E A and nothing looked right back at me. D A I had a couple of things on my mind, A E a couple of problems to think through, A D A D and I drank 'til I couldn't see straight anymore -- A E A until there was nothing to drink to. A D A singing bainne na mbá³ is na ngamhna, A D E and the juice of the barley for me. A D A D singing bainne na mbá³ is na ngamhna, A E A and the juice of the barley for me. hey! D A E A D A E A