Slaid Cleaves - Call It Sleep
Capo 3
You're a [C]working man with a [C/B]welders tan
A [Am]sky blue ford you [F]bought second hand
You [C]drive on down to the [C/B]factory
You d[Am]rive on down because it's your j[F]ob you see
C[C]arry your thermos unde[C/B]rneath your arm
Little c[Am]offee and burbon will [F]help you through the morn
You [C]crack wise with the guys so it [C/B]don't bring you down
T[Am]ime ain't nothing but the [F]world spinnin round
You [G]call it sleep
There's a [F]car out on the four lane
You [G]call it sleep
The [F]rain on your window pane
C[G]all it sleep
It's [F]all the same
You stop off down at the palamino club
The neon sign says we've got your bud
It's a cinderblock building on a gravel parking lot
It's friday night your out to spend every cent you got
So you dance the floor with a mexican girl
She's got whiskey on her breath smoke in her curls
The hands holding ciggerates and faces you don't know
You sit at the bar until it's time to go
Chorus
The morning air feels like mud over your eyes
The sun coming up is just a sixty watt light
Maybe leave this town and leave this life
Get in your car and you start to drive
There's boarded up building and places you've never been
Cars on the interstate that never seem to end
It all flys away with the wave of your hand
Like birds over water trying to find land
Chorus
You're a working man with a welders tan
A sky blue ford you bought second hand
Capo 3
You're a [C]working man with a [C/B]welders tan
A [Am]sky blue ford you [F]bought second hand
You [C]drive on down to the [C/B]factory
You d[Am]rive on down because it's your j[F]ob you see
C[C]arry your thermos unde[C/B]rneath your arm
Little c[Am]offee and burbon will [F]help you through the morn
You [C]crack wise with the guys so it [C/B]don't bring you down
T[Am]ime ain't nothing but the [F]world spinnin round
You [G]call it sleep
There's a [F]car out on the four lane
You [G]call it sleep
The [F]rain on your window pane
C[G]all it sleep
It's [F]all the same
You stop off down at the palamino club
The neon sign says we've got your bud
It's a cinderblock building on a gravel parking lot
It's friday night your out to spend every cent you got
So you dance the floor with a mexican girl
She's got whiskey on her breath smoke in her curls
The hands holding ciggerates and faces you don't know
You sit at the bar until it's time to go
Chorus
The morning air feels like mud over your eyes
The sun coming up is just a sixty watt light
Maybe leave this town and leave this life
Get in your car and you start to drive
There's boarded up building and places you've never been
Cars on the interstate that never seem to end
It all flys away with the wave of your hand
Like birds over water trying to find land
Chorus
You're a working man with a welders tan
A sky blue ford you bought second hand
