Eric Burdon - Po box 500

DEAR ^GROBERT, I heard you was back in the slammer, you ^Emshould havn known better than to ^Dtry it a second ^Ctime, in the state of ^GAlabama. I'm gonna ^Cmiss your midnight shows, and ^Gmiss your early mornin' tokes, ^Cyour big buddha face smilin' ^Fout ^Cacross the ^Gocean. You were a ^Cgood thief, you taught me what to ^Gsteal, I ^Emguess you know by ^Gnow how much ^CI took from you for^G real. ^CI'll give it all back to you ne^Gxt parole for sure, and we can ^Emvisit crazy Mary up in Cam^Darillo.

^GDEAR ROBERT, I heard you was back under the hammer, ^Emshould have known better than to ^Dkeep the badge you ^Cfound from the police on the beach last^G summer, but while you're ^Dmfreshly shaved and ^Amdown in weight we'll ^Gtake that Cevrolet and blaze all the way down to ^FMexico, ^Dmwe'll find that long lost valley we talked ^Amabout so much, we^G'll disappear in smoke, then we'll emerge from the desert dust, and enter that ^Fgol^Cden c^Gity, with restaurants, running^F water, and ^Cwomen oh so ^Dpretty.

^GDEAR ROBERT, when they took you last time I remember, ^Emthe police light show was ^Dbright like the 4th. of ^CJuly, right in the middle of D^Gecember, as I ^Dmstrolled by your place, un^Amnoticed in the crowd, who ^Gstood by in the red lights as they took you d^Fown. As you got ^Dminto the police car, chrome b^Amracelets on your wrist, wich ^Geverybody knows can be painful with just a twist, but you just ^Fsm^Ciled at every^Gbody, the police knew for^F sure this was ^Cnot their terri^Dtory.

P.S. ^GRobert I found the supermarket bag you left me, I'll ^Emsmoke a little every ^Dday, and as the smoke clears ^Caway, you come right back into my ^Gmemory, yea,