Bill Morrissey - Barstow

W^Dell here comes Parks and he’s fo^Gund another bottle ^GHe tips it up like a trumpet; he takes a dr^Aink and passes it on ^DAnd every man ‘round the fire takes a c^Gourse on the bottle It ain’t much^G, it ain’t good, but it’ll ^Aget us through ‘til dawn

D^Gon’t the f^Areight yards sound like a d^Drunk in a m^Bmetal shop? I ^Gcan’t believe it gets t^Ahis cold in Barstow A^Dnd I can’t believe I pi^Gssed my twenties away Well if ya t^Gake me back this time, baby I p^Aromise you I’ll stay

^DThen Parks takes another drink and he st^Garts to sing off key There’s not a m^Gan big enough ‘round the fire to s^Ahut him up ^DAnd in the cold morning he’s sayin’, “H^Gey Okie tell Arkie, Texas found a job in California And everybody around the fi^Are cracks up

^GDon’t the fr^Aeight yards sound like a dr^Dunk in a m^Bmetal shop? I ^Gcan’t believe it gets th^Ais cold in Barstow A^Dnd I can’t believe I pissed my tw^Genties away Well if ya t^Gake me back this time, baby I pr^Aomise you I’ll stay

And then Pa^Drks hands me the bottle he says, “I’m g^Goin’ to Tucson” ^GHold up all winter at the Sa^Ally, if I can ^DI don’t mind the praying and I ^Gdon’t mind saying ^GI could listen forever to that S^Aally brass band

And then P^Darks starts laughing hard, but he d^Goesn’t make a sound He gra^Gbs the bottle back from me and kills the l^Aast of the wine And in the fi^Dre’s glow I can see his eyes and they s^Ghine like brake lights And I’m g^Grateful I cannot see m^Aine

^GDon’t the fr^Aeight yards sound like a d^Drunk in a m^Bmetal shop? I ^Gcan’t believe it gets t^Ahis cold in Barstow A^Dnd I can’t believe I pi^Gssed my twenties away Well if ya t^Gake me back this time, baby I pro^Amise you I’ll stay