John Cale - Dying on the vine

I've been ^Abchasing g^Bbhosts and I don't l^Cmike it Ab Bb D# (G) I wish someone would show me where to draw the line I'd lay d^Abown my sw^Bbord if you would take ^Cmit And tell e^Abveryone back home I'm doing ^Gfine

I was w^Abith you d^Bbown in aca^Cmpulco Ab Bb D# (G) Trading clothing for some wine Smel^Abling like an o^Bbld adobe w^Cmoman Or a william bu^Abrroughs playing for lost t^Gime

I was ^D#thinking about my m^Cmother I was t^D#hinking about what'^Cms mine I was li^Abving my l^Bbife like a holl^Cmywood But I was d^Abying on the v^Gine

Who could s^Ableep through a^Bbll that noisy cha^Cmtter Ab Bb D# (G) The troops, the celebrations in the sun The author^Abities say my p^Bbapers are all in o^Cmrder And if I w^Abasn't such a coward I would ^Grun

^AbMeet me when all ^Bbthe shooting's ^Cmover Ab Bb D# (G) Meet me on the other side of town Yes, you can b^Abring all your fr^Bbiends along for protec^Cmtion It's al^Abways nice to have them hanging ar^Gound

I was ^D#thinking about my m^Cmother I was t^D#hinking about what'^Cms mine I was l^Abiving my ^Bblife like a ho^Cmllywood But I was d^Abying on the v^Gine