The Mountain Goats - First few desperate hours

^EBad luck ^F#comes in from ^ATampa ^EBad luck ^F#comes in from ^ATampa On the back of a ^Etruck Doing ninety up the ^Binterstate We have ^Ebad dreams the ^F#night he rolls ^Ain We have ^Ebad dreams the ^F#night he rolls ^Ain And we ^Etry to keep our sprits ^Bhigh E*(x79997) A But they flag and they wane When the truck pulls ^F#up out f^Aront In the light spring ^Brain E* A And they sag like withering flowers Let the good times ^F#roll ^Aon Through these first few desperate ^Bhours

^EYeah the driver ^F#drops his cargo at the ^Acurb ^EThe driver ^F#drops his cargo at the ^Acurb And the sun peeks ^Ein Like a killer through the ^Bcurtain ^EAnd when cloven hoof ^F#prints turn up in the garde^An ^EYeah when cloven hoof^F# prints turn up in the gard^Aen We keep up the good ^Efight We keep our spirits ^Blight E* A But they draw like flies And there's a stomach-churning ^F#shift^A In the way the land ^Blies E* A And they lean like towers On a ^F#hillside struggling to ^Astand Through these first few desperate ^Bhours Yeah