Ramshackle Glory - Song For A Supermarket Parking Lot Chords

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On Mondays, I do the laundry at a twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree.

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I know that I could walk, but god I love to drive.

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I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but hell, I'm afraid of the dogs that I 
live with.

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I guess you take it one thing at a time.

I thought about Jesse on Tuesday morning; last I heard, he was still doped up in Portland.
I could call and ask, but hell, I know he'd lie.
Like my neighbor, he's got business. If you don't know about it, better keep your distance.
Ain't no one on this street ever called a cop in their life.

Da Da Da [x1]

On Wednesday, ran into Connor, drinking like he was already a goner.
He said he'd like to change if he could grow a spine.
I said: "When you talk like that, you make me real nervous. No, don't be inviting me to 
your funeral service.
Throw down your f**king chips, let's play for keeps this time."

Like on Thursday when you called and woke me up. I heard you started smoking crack again 
and caught up:
catching cases robbing houses, just to stay alive.
So I hung up, and called Vanessa, and I told them that I left the rent on the dresser.
It wasn't even half and three weeks late this time.

Da Da Da [x2]

On Fridays, I do the laundry at the twenty four hour place next to the Dollar Tree,
past the neighbors reaching heaven with their trucks so high.
I thought about calling and asking forgiveness, but lately I don't even know what that 
word is.
I've got police on my six, because they think it's a crime.

Da Da Da [x1]