Capo: 4

This is a modified version of theunqualified's chord chart. I fixed all the errors. D7 chord on Chorus: E-5- B-7- G-5- D-0- A-x- E-x- Capo 4 Intro Em (no guitar yet)

^EmI put on my clothes like a bod^Gy guard I put the dog^Ams on patrol in my own back^C yard I don't ^Emwanna fight but I'm ^Gconstantly ready And I do^Amn't rock the boat, but it's always un^Csteady

(Electric gtr starts picking arpeggios up)

There's ^Can elephant in my head And I ti^Bmp toe around it There are^Em eggshells on the floor Therefore^Am I never touch the ground

(strumming)

It's lik^Ce that old black hole, No matte^Dr how you try, You set out each day ^D7Never to arrive

(arpeggio up and down)

I got my e^Emyes on the prize But it l^Gooks just like a mystery And it a^Amll goes by on the loneso^Cme trail to victory I'm draw^Eming in the blinds, I got my own f^Gour walls And the sh^Amow really starts once the^C curtain falls

(strumming)

Take this t^Chorn from my side Fix this^Bm chip on my shoulder Time is ^Emracing with the clock And I ai^Amn't getting any older

It's lik^Ce that old black hole, No matte^Dr how you try. It's lik^Ce that old black hole, No matte^Dr how you try. It's lik^Ce that old black hole, No matte^Dr how you try, You set out each day ^D7Never to arrive ^G

(no guitar, just organ)

^GI put on my finest thread, and I wrap up my body tight With the sun in my eyes, I ste^Cp into the night ^G D/F# (Em) Like the mystery in the dark, Oh, it's just another kind of light

(strumming)

I don't ^Gexpect you to believe me But ever^Cything is ^Dalri^Gght

I don't make rul^Ges for a living I don't do tricks for a dime I was born on a good day,^C Deaf, dumb and blind. ^G Who a^Dm I to tell the truth' Oh ^AmI don't even know what it is.

I don't ^Gknow how to say it But I kn^Cow that I can^D show you ^G I said I don^G't know how to say it But I kn^Cow that I can^D show you^G

(double time)

I tie my^G boots up tight And I head straight for bed There's ^Ca pistol and a crystal Underneath my pillow There's ^Ga tender heart Inside that ugly armadillo "Th^Cese are tears of joy," Cried th^De weeping willow

There's ^Ca spirit in the air And ther^De ain't no way around it I was no^Gt prepared to lose it On the m^Coment that I found it

It's lik^Ce that old black hole, No matte^Dr how you try. It's lik^Ce that old black hole, No matte^Dr how you try. It's lik^Ce that old black hole, No matte^Dr how you try. You set out each day ^D7Never to arrive ^G Woo

Dr. Dog - That old black hole