Return of the Grievous Angel

Won't you (Bb)scratch my itch, sweet (Eb)Annie Rich,

and welcome me (F)back to town.

Come out of your porch or step into your (Bb)parlor and I'll (C)tell you how it all went down.

(Bb)Out with the truckers and the (Bb7)kickers and the cowboy angels,

and a (Bb)good saloon in (Bb7)ev'ry single town.

Oh, and (Eb)I remembered something you once told me,

and I'll be damned if it did not come true.

Twenty thousand roads

I went (Bb)down, (F)down, (Gm)down,

(Bb)and (Eb)they all led me straight back home to (Bb)you.

'Cause I (Dm)headed on west dio to (Eb)grow up (F)with the country,

He wants a (Gm)cross those prairies for with those that waves er been (Bb)of grain.

And I saw my devil,

and I saw my deep blue sea.

And I (Eb)thought about a calico (F)bonnet from (Eb)Cheyenne to (F)Tennessee.

(Bb)We flew straight across that (Eb)river bridge last night,

(F)half past two.

Switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as (C)we went rolling through.

Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous (Eb)angel,

and (Bb)now I know just (F7)what I have to (Bb)do.

And the

The news I could I met (Eb)up with the king;

on his head, an (F)amphetamine crown.

Talked about unbuckling that old Bible (Bb)belt and lighted (C)out for some desert town.

(Bb)Out with the truckers and the (Bb7)kickers and the cowboy angels,

and a (Bb)good saloon in (Bb7)ev'ry single town.

Oh, but (Eb)I remembered something you once told me,

and I'll be damned if it did not come true.

Twenty thousand roads I went (Bb)down,

(F)down, (Gm)down, (Bb)and (Eb)they all led me straight back home to (Bb)you.

(Eb)Twenty thousand roads I went (Bb)down,

(F)down, (Gm)down, (Bb)and (Eb)they all led me straight back home to (Bb)you.