Elvis Costello - Sulfur to sugarcane

^CIt's not very far from S^Fulfur to Sugarcane ^{C F}Everywhere I travel the pretty girls call my n^Came ^CI give them a squeeze and they shoot me a wink ^CI buy their ^Fhard-headed husbands a long cool drink You better ^Ecome up smelling sweet' Cause you're a ^Along time stinking and it's a l^Dittle too late to complain It's ^Fnot very far from ^GSulfur to Sugarcane ^C

^CNow if you catch my eye and you ^Ffind that it runs down your ^Cleg ^FIt's like striking a match pretty hard upon a powder keg ^{C C}They tell you from the borders to the waters of the gulf If you ta^Fke all the sugar, you will end up in the sulfur And you're burn^Cing, hello baby then I'm I'm pleased to meet you I ^Fwouldn't do you wrong, honey, I wouldn't cheat you, honey But ^Ewhen can I see you ^Aagain? W^Drap you up in cel^Glophane It's ^Fnot very far from ^GSulfur to Sugarcane ^G

I^Ft's not very far from Sulfur to Sugarcane^C When your ey^Emes fill up with brine 'Cause you're drowning in wine It's like the ^Amlast days of Rome with the despots and divine And there's ^Fno place like home For a ^Glittle doll from China It's a li^Fttle too late to comp^Glain It's no^Ft very far from S^Gulfur to Sugarcane^C

Y^Cou can go west to Texas Go east to Mississippi You can ^Frun out of money You can run out of pity Throw ^Copen your purse Until you're crying for mercy Go ^Fto Alabama, escape Louisiana I'm^C digging like a miner North and South Carolina An^Fd then if you continue You will end up in Virginia Th^Ce women in Poughkeepsie Take their clothes off when they're tipsy But in^F Albany, New York They love the filthy way I talk Until they ^Egargle with the finest ^Achampagne They c^Dan't get the grape and the g^Grain It'^Fs not very far from ^GSulfur to Sugarcane ^C

^CIf I could find a piano Here in Bloomington, Indiana ^FI would play it with my toes Until the girls all take their clothes off ^CUp in Syracuse, I was falsely accused ^FBut I'm not here to hurt you I'm here to steal your virtue ^CDown in Bridgeport The women will kill you for sport ^FBut in Worcester, Massachusetts They love my sauce ^CThe women in Poughkeepsie Take their clothes off when they're tipsy ^FBut I hear in Ypsilanti They don't wear any panties ^EOnce they gargle with the finest ^Achampagne They ^Dhitch up their skirts and ^Gexclaim ^FIt's not very far, ^Gsugar ^FIt's not very far, s^Gugar ^FPour a little sugar on me, ^Gsugar ^FIt's not very far from Su^Glfur to Sugarcane

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