Тональность

Am                 C
If two fill-ups is all it costs
  G                   Am
I guess I'll make the drive
Am            C
Down past the Texas line
     G             Am
make sure he's not alive
Am                  C
Dumped him off of a river bridge
       G        Am
in the fall of '84
Am                   C
Word got 'round that he climbed out
        G               Am
of that muddy Red River floor

  Am                  C
Lost my bride to the finest man
    G                   Am
she claims to have ever known
Am             C
She got to the parking lot
    G                  Am
his knees were already blown
Am             C
Love is such a mighty drug
  G             Am
a mightier disease
       Am                  C
Bet he misses her floatin' past the barge
         G               Am
with one eye and crooked teeth
    G                Am
One eye and crooked teeth
    G                Am
One eye and crooked teeth
    G                Am
One eye and crooked teeth

[Припев]:
     Am                C               G              Am
Your crooked teeth are floatin' and my lady's restin' fine
      Am            C                G          Am
Seven miles out of Bismarck next to Bakken Oil lines
  Am                C             G         Am
I laid her down so softly and so kindly reassured
 Am               C         G                     Am
Love it ain't for tamin', a disease that can't be cured

[Куплет]:
         Am             C
And I'll drive through Colorado
     G                 Am
on a rocky stretch of road
     Am         C
with no one who loves me
          G               Am
as far as telephone poles go
  Am           C
I wish I was a trustin' man
      G               Am
but a trustin' man is weak
    Am               C
The only thing worth trustin' is
     G                     Am
some brass through crooked teeth
     G                     Am
some brass through crooked teeth
     G                     Am
some brass through crooked teeth

[Припев]:
     Am                C               G            Am
Your crooked teeth are floatin' and my lady's restin' fine
      Am            C                G          Am
Seven miles out of Bismarck next to Bakken Oil lines
  Am                C             G         Am
I laid her down so softly and so kindly reassured
 Am               C         G                     Am
Love it ain't for tamin', a disease that can't be cured

[Куплет]:
Am                   C
Lost my bride to the finest man
    G                   Am
she claims to have ever known
Am             C
She got to the parking lot
    G                  Am
his knees were already blown
Am             C
Love is such a mighty drug
  G             Am
a mightier disease
       Am                  C
Bet he misses her floatin' past the barge
         G               Am
with one eye and crooked teeth