Drunken Barbers Hand

Am Three scruples to a dram boys Am Eight drams to an ounce E7 Two cups will get you a pint now E7 Am And the first one’s on the house Am The drunkard craves just another Am Blind man blames the eye E7 The poor man dreams of riches E7 Am And a martyr prays to die Am I don't need to read the papers Am Or the tea leaves to understand E7 That this world's been shaved E7 Am By a drunken barber's hand Am I've drowned in the pull of young love Am Known the high and the hurt E7 I've felt the heartbeat quicken E7 Am At the sight of a lifted skirt Am I've thrilled to the big sound Am Felt the rumble and the roar E7 Drove straight through the blackest night E7 Am In a chase forevermore Am I don't need to read the papers Am Or the tea leaves to understand E7 That this world's been shaved E7 Am By a drunken barber's hand Dm I rode ten thousand miles Am On a carousel horse of wood Dm We end up where we started E7 Get right back on if we could Am So go ahead make your confession Am To a washed up whiskey priest E7 I'll be puttin' money down E7 Am On the rough and slouching beast Am 'Cause I don't need to read the papers Am Or the tea leaves to understand E7 That this world's been shaved Em Am By a drunken barber's hand Am I don't need to read the papers Am Or the tea leaves to understand E7 That this world's been shaved E7 Am By a drunken barber's hand