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                   Intro
               F#m E D E (x4) Listen for the palm mutes


   F#m                A          E       F#m         A      E
I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance

          F#m                      A             E               F#m  A  E
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents

        D              E           F#m 
And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene

            D               E                F#m
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans

           D              E             F#m           
I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street
        D        E              F#m
I still sing the blues with the dogs

          A              E               F#m
And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire

            A                  E             F#m
That's been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry

               A                E              F#m
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again

        D                        E
I never felt right and never fit in

             (F#m     E     D    E) x4   same as intro
Walking in my own skin

          F#m                      A         E              F#m      A      E
Now I got scars like the number of stars, my mind's full of vipers

          F#m                      A      E                       F#m   A   E
I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers

            D           E            F#m
Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth

       D           E           F#m 
It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist

          D              E            F#m
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth

         D    E       F#m
Over and over without relief

          A               E             F#m
And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell

          A           E                F#m
About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell

               A                E              F#m 
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again

        D                        E
I never felt right and never fit in

              A       E              F#m
Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart

        A           E            F#m
I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark

         A        E              F#m
I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night

      D                       E
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita

                  F#m       E           D
Because I've been dying out here in the cold and the snow

           F#m             E           D 
I've got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home

       F#m       E          D
On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night

      D                        E  
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita