Ashville Blues

A D A E A D E A A D Thought you’s a liar and cheater and a thief A E And it’s probably why you appealed to me A D You were stealing everything that wasn’t nailed down E A That’s why we had to leave that town A D Didn’t get nothing much from my last show A E Except for a hand full of pills and an invitation to go A D Out on that long and dirty road E A Where the cold breezes blow D Wish I could back now and make everything all right D7 E A There ain’t no use in mixing charges and fire and dynamite D We head from down south to way up north A E Have to try and make on a day so cold A D You passed out on the passenger side E Would’ve been helpful if you could’ve told us then that you couldn’t even drive A D7 And my friend in side car’s on so much Adderall A E When we got to Massachusetts he could barely speak at all A Got my head out the window now D And I’m starring into the lights D7 E A Ain’t no use in mixing charges and fire and dynamite D So we get up in them Coal mountains grey and white A E Trees are tearing holes inside that skyline tonight A D And them ghosts, they wander in to the streets E They just gather round in circles now to welcome me A D And underneath a tin roof with the rain kicking down A E I Doug a grave and threw what we had down in the ground A D I’m looking back now and I’m sick at the sight D7 E A There ain’t no use in mixing charges and fire and dynamite