John Prine - Living in the future

^GJehosaphat the mongrel cat ^GJumped off the roof to^Cday ^CSome say he fell but ^GI could tell He d^D7id himself aw^Gay ^GHis eyes weren't bright like they were the night ^GWe played checkers on the tr^Cain ^CGod Bless his soul he was a to^Gotsie roll But he's a d^D7ead cat just the sa^Gme

We are l^Civing in the fu^Gture I'll t^Cell you how I kn^Gow I re^Cad it in the pa^Gper ^D7Fifteen years a^Ggo ^CWe're all driving roc^Gket ships And t^Calking with our mi^Gnds And w^Cearing turquoise je^Gwelry And s^D7tanding in soup li^Gnes We are ^D7standing in soup l^Gines

^GJake the barber's lonely daughter ^GWent down to her daddy's s^Chop ^CShe plugged herself to a bar^Gber pole And t^D7ook a little off the t^Gop Pr^Gessure on the left. Pressure on the right P^Gressure in the middle of the h^Cole I'm g^Coin' to Maine on a for^Gty foot crane I'm gonna u^D7se it for a fishin' p^Gole

O^Gld Sarah Brown sells tickets down A^Gt the all night picture s^Chow ^CWhere they grind out sex and they ra^Gte it with an "X" Just to m^D7ake a young man's pants g^Grow No ^Gtops no bottoms just hands and feet Sc^Greaming the posters out o^Cn the street S^Ctrangling the curious an^Gd the weak We g^D7ive them what they wanna see^G Yeah we g^D7ive 'em what they wanna se^Ge - O