Fine Diners And Finer Whiners

A A7 A A7 D D A If I write my address on my chest do you think the postman would drive me home? A I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers, all these social mountain climbers A D And fine diners and finer whiners and I'm feeling awfully tired and alone D A I feel I lost my spine, my license expired, my wallet's stolen and I got four flat tires A Though none of that is true, I don't know what to do, A D D7 Might go get arrested just to get away from all of you G Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here D I'm in the wrong place, in the wrong time G Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here D I'm the wrong person living the wrong life A A7 D If I bribe tomorrow, do you think she'll take away tonight? D A Well I roamed this block for the 20th time, I'm running out of excuses why A Can sit here and listen all through the night A D To your Roll-O Decks that magically rhymes D A Your endless stories are backstabbing your cocaine field crimes, you're literally buying my love A D D7 Like some angelic car salesman in the sky G Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here D In the wrong place, in the wrong time G Gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here D I'm the wrong person living the wrong life A A7 D If I bribe tomorrow, do you think she'll take away tonight? D F7 Em A Em A D F7 Em A Em A D A If I write my address on my chest do you think the postman would drive me home? A I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers all these social mountain climbers A D F7 And fine diners and finer whiners and I'm feeling awfully tired and alone Em A Em A If I write my address on my chest do you think the postman would drive me home? D F7 I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers all these social mountain climbers Em A And fine diners and finer whiners Em A D F7 Fine diners and finer whiners, ohoho Em A Em A O-ho-ho O-ho-ho D F7 O-ho-ho O-ho-ho Em A O-ho-ho O-ho-ho Em A O-ho-ho O-ho-ho D Oh