Funky Squaredance

C hopeful days and stormy nights G F C i ain’t got much to win , not much to lose C under the burden of my loneliness G F C it feels so hard to win , so hard to lose F i won’t enjoy my collection of stamps Am C G when i’m six feet under the ground C lonely streets and dusty roads G F C lord it’s a long way to go back home C under the burden of your heart of stone G F C you shrug your shoulders as i decompose F please keep a eye on those red haired boys Am C G someday they’ll play drum with my shinbones F G now your chewing - gum on my coffin C Am F take me where i long to be C i can’t believe that you want me to wear G F C the evening tails that will fit my corpse C i don’t need a tuxedo G F C there’s no bouncer in the after world F i only just left my dying bed and Am C G your making curtains out of my shroud C G F C C G F C F Am C G F G don’t you dig my grave with some excavator C Am F use a blood stained sword and a snow - white horse . . please . . C a last ride in the city’s hearse G F C few miles away from heaven above C a few more minutes ’till they bury me G F C a few more weeks ’till worms lick my bones F i won’t enjoy my collection of stamps Am C G when i’m five feet under the ground C stormy days and lonely nights G F C lord it’s a long way to go back home