The Man Who Was Wrong

F#m                           C#m
Lately, I've been cruel to my baby
                F#m                 C#m
She asks if I'm hers and I only say maybe
            F#m                      C#m
Playing the fool, who knows nothing about love
             F#m                           A      B     E
I act like I doubt it, but I'm nothing without it
            A                            B
If I should leave you, darling you would know
         E
That I'm chasing the only game in town
       F#m
That's running itself right back into the ground
      A
And I won't be too old, when the story is told
     B           E
Of a man who was wrong
F#m                              C#m
'Cause I know, you belong in the churchyard
        F#m                        C#m
Growing flowers, writing home on a postcard
        F#m                 C#m
And its ok to belong to the old times
        F#m                             A     B     E
Making crochet, tying knots in the clothesline
                A                            B
And if I should leave you, darling you would know
         E                E7
That I'm chasing the only game in town
       F#m
That's running itself right back into the ground
      A
And I won't be too old, when my story is told
     B           E
Of a man who was wrong
F#m  C#m x3
F#m    A  B  E
F#m                               C#m
'Cause he barks like a hounddog in moonlight
         F#m                    C#m
Yes, he barks on and on, but he don't bite
          F#m                         C#m
'Cause it don't pay to stand up to the uptight
         F#m                          A            B    E
It's the cowards that are fighting the good fight
            A                            B
If I should leave you, darling you would know
             E                E7
That on that day when I'm not around
  F#m
I must be asleep like a stone in the ground
              A
And I'll be a hundred years old when the story is told
     B           E
Of a man who was wrong

        F#m                                  C#m
When my soul breaks, and my heart stops it's beating
       F#m                   C#m
And my body lies wounded and bleeding
        F#m                       C#m
When the vulture starts in on its feeding
            F#m                           A        B    E
And all of my seconds stop their constant repeating
            A                        B
If I should leave you, where would I go
            E         E7
Theres only one other bed in this town
  F#m
It sits like a tree in a hole in the ground
        A
Ill be a hundred years gone, but the story goes on
     B
Of a man who was wrong
         A
Ill be a hundred years gone, but the story goes on
     B           E
Of a man who was wrong