Robbie Fulks - Roots rock weirdos

The ^Dmtown was hardly stirring, the night clubs all we^E7re closed Dm Dm F9 E9 Dm F9-E9 Only a washed-up cover band hittin' the stage at Joe's The g^Dmuitar hit the first bar of "^DmSecret Agent Man" A do^Dm7or in the back f^Clew open, ^E7and into the room ^Dmthey ran!

^D7Roots rock weirdoes, u^Dmp from the underground ^GStarved for a Tele or a^E B3 -- an^Cy out-of-f^Dashion s^Dmound ^D7Roots rock weirdoes, o^Cut of their^D7 holes they^Dm come ^GDressed up like it's^D 19^Dm51.

Well, they l^Dmooked the band gear over and they noted with de^E7light Dm Dm F9 E9 Dm F9-E9 The guitar amp was a Bassman, and the bass man played upright Then they lo^Dmoked 'round at each other, and they cried, "We Ar^Dme The Best! For we l^Dm7ike unpopu^Clar music, and j^E7ust look at the way we^Dm're dressed!"

^D7Roots rock weirdoes, s^Dmlapping each others' backs ^GUsing the hepcat la^Enguage they thoug^Cht made them s^Dound black ^{Dm D7}Roots rock weirdoes, s^Cmoking their Ca^D7mels straig^Dmht ^GMakin' sure there was n^Dothing up to ^Dmdate.

Now ^DmJoe, he was slow to anger, but that barkeep found it ^E7hard Dm Dm F9 E9 Dm F9-E9 Just to watch the air grow toxic with smoke and self-regard So he ju^Dmmped up on a barstool and he shouted out loud and cl^Dmear: "I ^Dm7don't know just ^Cwhat you weirdoes wa^E7nt, but I don't ^Dmwant you in here!"

The ^Dmroom grew deathly silent, then up from the stinking^E7 ranks Rose a h^Dmomely social wo^Dmrker in a b^F9owling s^E9hirt marked &q^Dmuot;Hank^E9" And dr^Dmopping the fake black diction, he said, "Since yo^Dmu enquired, Let ^Dm7me take stock of wh^Cat we roots rock -- a^F9hem! -- 'wei^E7rdoes' ^Dmdesir^E7e...^Dm."

Fish^Dmnets for every woman, and lipstick as red as fl^Dmame For every man a ^Ctatoo, a^E Chevy, and a dumb n^Dmickname ^E Cigare^Dmttes in every shirtsleeve, black leather on ev^Dmery back, Fanzines in every ^Cbookstore, ^ELPs in each record ^Dmrack. ^E

Three ch^Dmords in every pop song! Four white guys in each^Dm band! A ruthless media e^Cmpire to s^Eaturate this^Dm land ^EThen, with o^Dmur alt.country comrades, and our brothers in neo^Dm-swing, We'll reclaim music ^Cfrom the kids for ou^Er fat dead crack^Dmer king!"

^D7Roots rock weirdoes, C^Dmhrist! They're everywhere! A li^Gttle Doc Pomus i^En their hearts and dark^C pomade in t^Dheir hair ^{Dm D7}Roots rock weirdoes, o^Cut of their^D7 holes they^Dm come ^GDressed up like it's^D 19^Dm51.