The Dirty Juice

| A | A | Bm | Bm | A A Bm Bm I remember when you moved so slow, A A Bm Bm going to the show, always cooped up in your room A A Bm Bm with a bottle of whiskey every meal of June, A A A A* I don't know those eyes. | D | D | D | D* || | A | A | Bm | Bm || A A Bm Bm Why you get so wasted all alone? A A Bm Bm You're burning out your light, you just don't seem, oh, so bright. A A Bm Bm What do I have to do to keep your pride, A A A A* I'll be by your side. | D | D | D | D || | F G | D | F G | D | | F G | D | F G | D* || | A | A | Bm | Bm | A A Bm Bm I don't think Lee Hooker could ever sing the blues, A A Bm Bm not the way I do when I am staring right at you. A A Bm Bm Oh, mama, please just hold me one more night A A A A* before I lose you to the juice. | A ||