D My bulldog is barking in the backyard G7 E Enough to raise a dead man from his grave D B7 And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing E A Asus4 Disturbance going to crucify my days D And the days they get longer and longer G7 E And the nightime is a time of little use D B7 For I just get ugly and older E A7 D I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose Chorus: Bm G7 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning Bm G7 I get bombed for dinnertime and tea D A G7 I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time D A7 D G D I'm a genuine example, of a social disease My landlady lives in a caravan Well, that is when she isn't in my arms And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness But my liquor also helps to grease her palms And the ladies are all getting wrinkles And they're falling apart at the seams Well, I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams Chorus: And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinnertime and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time I'm a genuine example of a social disease And the ladies are all getting wrinkles And they're falling apart at the seams Well, I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams Chorus: And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinnertime and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and I have a heart of gold I'm a genuine example of a social disease I'm a genuine example of a social disease | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Asus4 A7 D E G G7 Bm B7 |