Social Disease

	  		D                     G             D   
My bulldog is barking in the backyard   
D7   G                                 E7 
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave 
      D                               B 
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing 
B7     E7                          A 
Disturbance going to crucify my days 

        D                                D7 
And the days they get longer and longer 
D7      G7                        E7/9-  E7      
And the nightime is a time of little use 
        D                 B7 
For I just get ugly and older 
E7                    A7      A7+         D 
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose 

Chorus 
Bm                                         G7 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
Bm                                 G7 
I get bombed for dinner time and tea 
       D                     A              G 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
        D            A7                  D   G    D 
I'm a genuine example of a social disease 

D                             D7 
My landlady lives in a caravan 
D7      G7                        E7/9-  E7     
Well that is when she isn't in my arms 
      D                               B7 
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness 
E7                            E7+         A   G   D 
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm 

        D                                D7 
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
D7      G7                        E7/9-  E7     
And they're falling apart at the seams 
        D                 B7 
Well I just get high on tequila 
E7                    A7      A7+         D 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams 

Chorus to End