Written by Iron And Wine
C Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down Bb C oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go C Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat Floating by the choir rose Bobbing in the ebb and flow Bb C oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go Bb F C He's an emancipated punk and he can dance Bb F C But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants Bb F C Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances Bb F C Woah C Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon Fever flowing through the room Far too long and way too soon Bb C oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go C Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes Never made the local news Bb C oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go Bb F C And I'm a liberated loser that can roll Bb F C But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole Bb F C A couple second-chances surely would console me Bb F C Woah
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