Trash Live

A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 It was an evening in Reno like any other D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D I was putting on my make up and talking on the phone to my mother A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 saying I was going off to work, feeling like a liar and a jerk D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D I hung up that phone with a heart like a stone Bm E F#m All the secrets ... we don't tell ... put us in hell A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 I was cooking up some eggs and tucking my thing between my legs D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D feeling like a big con as I was pulling up my nylons A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 I stood in the mirror and practiced my walk D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D I turned the radio on and talked my talk Bm E F#m little ... did I know ... tonight I would die A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 It takes a little bit of grease to make me look pretty D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and if I practice a bit I sound sweet and witty A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 in my dress and my high heels I grab my purse and shut the door D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D I might be for sale but I aint no whore Bm E F#m tonight ... like a cartoon ... I'm off to the bar A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 Well he was standing in the corner all dressed in black D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D When he looked in my eyes my heart went slack A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 and he stared into me like he could read my soul D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and he took my outside for a moonlight stroll Bm E F#m all the things ... that we do ... looking for love A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 Well he said he was a singer from Nashville town D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and his voice was rich and deep and brown A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 and as he pressed against me he felt so strong D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D but his kiss was as soft as a country song Bm E F#m and we made love ... in the dark ... in the back of a park A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 When he finished his business he zipped his pants D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and he started to scream and yell and rant A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 he said I was a freak and it was wrong D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and that he was gonna k**l me and put me in a song Bm E F#m he said if people ask I'll say I shot a man ... just to watch him die A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 He said my name is Johnny, Johhny Cash D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and I'm drawn to the devil and a magnet for trash A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 and I'm gonna shoot you to protect my lie D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and as he pulled that trigger I started to cry Bm E F#m and I fell ... in his arms ... just like trash A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 Well when the ambulance came he was gone like lightning D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D I was trembling in the back it was so damn frightning A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 I couldn't gather my breathe and it started to rain D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D but you can't stop death when it pulls like a train Bm E F#m and I was out ... like a light ... or a song A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 Well my mother held the funeral and no one came D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D I don't hold any anger or any blame A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 I know that I aint trash I'm a beautiful soul D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D and Jesus still loves me with a heart of gold Bm E F#m yeah my Jesus ... says I got ... a heart of gold A A6 Bsus2/A A6 A A6 Bsus2/A A6 It was a evening in Reno like any other D Bm/D C#m/D Bm/D D Bm/D C#m/D Dm A I was putting on my make up and talking on the phone to my mother