Horseshoe Wreath In Bloom

Standard tuning

C           G

here's the story of the incredible shrinking man

C          G

of fatal disappointment met with a frozen margarita grin

Am                            Em

blinking in time to the hour hand

C                              G

funny red nose, Rudolph jokes, memory failing

F                                     Am

if you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day

F                                               Am

a pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver all scratched away

(same as Verse I)

see him face the manageress he feels her bright disdain

watches as she yawns all the way through his final scene

she makes it clear my dear in no way does she wish him ill

says there's no justice there's just this bill

chorus II

F                                         Am

if you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day

F                                              Am

a pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver all scratched away

G                                       Am

and your horseshoe wreath, it'll surely bloom

C     G

if you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon

if you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon

D    G

10 years at the Columbia Hotel

D               C

for that there should be a fabulous prize

D                                       C

a lifetime room for a life that slipped away

G

to hide his asphalt and tarmac eyes

F                                         Am

if you buy lottery tickets you’ll win one day

F                                              Am

a pile of dead scratchers with the gold and silver all scratched away

G                                       Am

and your horseshoe wreath, it'll surely bloom

C     G

if you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon

if you wait in the hotel bar all afternoon

C           G

Ed McCmahon and the models will emerge from the gloom

with big thanks for the life you lead and the joy you made

give up a wad of paper and all my favorite balloons

I’ll make a kick ass speech how you never let the bastards kill your soul

how those who pound sun to dawn you pound of the walls of doom

and fight the vacuum in a world without supermen

how a star must never cast a shadow across the room

I’m a king i know i wrote it on my tomb...