Robbie Fulks - Roots rock weirdos

The ^Emtown was hardly stirring, the night clubs all we^B7re closed Am Em C9 B9 Em C9-B9 Only a washed-up cover band hittin' the stage at Joe's The g^Emuitar hit the first bar of "^AmSecret Agent Man" A do^Am7or in the back f^Glew open, ^B7and into the room ^Emthey ran!

^A7Roots rock weirdoes, u^Emp from the underground ^DStarved for a Tele or a^B B3 -- an^Gy out-of-f^Aashion s^Emound ^A7Roots rock weirdoes, o^Gut of their^A7 holes they^Em come ^DDressed up like it's^A 19^Em51.

Well, they l^Emooked the band gear over and they noted with de^B7light Am Em C9 B9 Em C9-B9 The guitar amp was a Bassman, and the bass man played upright Then they lo^Emoked 'round at each other, and they cried, "We Ar^Ame The Best! For we l^Am7ike unpopu^Glar music, and j^B7ust look at the way we^Em're dressed!"

^A7Roots rock weirdoes, s^Emlapping each others' backs ^DUsing the hepcat la^Bnguage they thoug^Ght made them s^Aound black ^{Em A7}Roots rock weirdoes, s^Gmoking their Ca^A7mels straig^Emht ^DMakin' sure there was n^Aothing up to ^Emdate.

Now ^EmJoe, he was slow to anger, but that barkeep found it ^B7hard Am Em C9 B9 Em C9-B9 Just to watch the air grow toxic with smoke and self-regard So he ju^Emmped up on a barstool and he shouted out loud and cl^Amear: "I ^Am7don't know just ^Gwhat you weirdoes wa^B7nt, but I don't ^Emwant you in here!"

The ^Emroom grew deathly silent, then up from the stinking^B7 ranks Rose a h^Amomely social wo^Emrker in a b^C9owling s^B9hirt marked &q^Emuot;Hank^B9" And dr^Emopping the fake black diction, he said, "Since yo^Amu enquired, Let ^Am7me take stock of wh^Gat we roots rock -- a^C9hem! -- 'wei^B7rdoes' ^Emdesir^B7e...^Em."

Fish^Emnets for every woman, and lipstick as red as fl^Amame For every man a ^Gtatoo, a^B Chevy, and a dumb n^Emickname ^B Cigare^Emttes in every shirtsleeve, black leather on ev^Amery back, Fanzines in every ^Gbookstore, ^BLPs in each record ^Emrack. ^B

Three ch^Emords in every pop song! Four white guys in each^Am band! A ruthless media e^Gmpire to s^Baturate this^Em land ^BThen, with o^Emur alt.country comrades, and our brothers in neo^Am-swing, We'll reclaim music ^Gfrom the kids for ou^Br fat dead crack^Emer king!"

^A7Roots rock weirdoes, C^Emhrist! They're everywhere! A li^Dttle Doc Pomus i^Bn their hearts and dark^G pomade in t^Aheir hair ^{Em A7}Roots rock weirdoes, o^Gut of their^A7 holes they^Em come ^DDressed up like it's^A 19^Em51.