Written by Robert Earl Keen
Am C Ain't got time to shoot the breeze, G Em Got no time to blow, Am C Excuse me mister if you please, Em Am I gotta go Am C Born one morn on the day of the dead G Em In a bombed out bungalow. Am C My momma kissed my cheek and said, Em Am I gotta goAm C They put me in an orphanage G Em West of Tupelo Am C I told em when I burnt that bridge, Em Am I gotta go Am C Stole a car; got a gun G Em Robbed the Hidey-Ho Am C I left Memphis on the run Em Am I gotta goF C I gotta go somewhere, G Am I gotta go Am F Wastin' time standing here Em Am I gotta goAm C Five card stud, deuces wild G Em Three kings in a row Am C I turned that diamond deuce and smiled Em Am I gotta go Am C They tracked my down and took my take G Em Brother don't you know Am C I told them boys there's some mistake Em Am I gotta goF C I gotta go somewhere, G Am I gotta go Am F Wastin' time standing here Em Am I gotta goAm C Cold Steel up against my head G Em They turned the lights down low Am C In case you didn't hear I said Em Am I gotta go Am C These are your very last words, sir G Em Say em nice and slow, Am C My last words on this planet were...F C I gotta go somewhere, G Am I gotta go Am F Wasting time standing here, Em Am I gotta goF C I gotta go somewhere, G Am I gotta go Am F Wasting time standing here, Em Am I gotta go
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