Down The Dustpipe - Ver 2

G #1. G Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west. C G Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the test. D But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the C D dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na. #2. G Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans. C Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy G in a town like New Orleans. D But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the C D dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na. #3. G Guess I didn't make it in the city, but that's just the way that it goes. C Cause there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, G don't like the shape of my nose. D But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the C D dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na. INTERLUDE: Gm C G D C Gm D #4. G Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans. C Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy G in a town like New Orleans. D But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the C D dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na. #5. Ab Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans. Db Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy Ab in a town like New Orleans. Eb But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the Db dustpipe..(Fade.)