Golden Ponies - Barroom Poet Chords

[Chorus]
A                             D             A/C#
    I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
        A               E
and every night I tell the truth in rhyme
 A                               D          A/C#
I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
            A          E                   A
they'll drag me out of here come closin' time
 
 
[Verse 1]
      A                              D
Keep your hands on your bottles, but lend your ears to me
      A                               E
I'll tell you tales of desperate men, lovers, liars, and thieves
       A              A7                D                         B7
I'm here to try and rid your mind of the hell this week hath wrought
        A         F#7                 B7    E7     A
and if at first I don't succeed, I'll take another shot
 
 
[Chorus]
A                            D             A/C#
   I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
        A                           E
and every night I tell the truth in rhyme
 A                           D         A/C#
I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
            A          E                   A
they'll drag me out of here come closin' time
 
 
[Verse 2]
        A                                   D
Fair maiden with your navel pierced, could I buy you a drink
        A                           E
Wouldst thou prefer Budweiser or a sex on the beach
       A         A7         D          B7
For I am just a pauper, and you a lady fair
       A               F#7           B7     E7      A
but if that thou shalt puketh, grant me to hold your hair
 
 
[Chorus]
A                            D             A/C#
   I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
        A                           E
and every night I tell the truth in rhyme
 A                          D           A/C#
I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
            A          E                   A
they'll drag me out of here come closin' time
 
 
[Verse 3]
  A                              D
Closin' time's a vile hour, when wives and girlfriends fret
   A                                         E7
Let us all raise up a glass to the weekends unlived yet
      A               A7                   D        B7
and let up pray as the room spins, our hangovers are mild
             A              F#7        B7     E7       A
and the floors that we pass out on, be carpeted, not tiled
 
 
[Chorus]
A                             D           A/C#
   I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
        A                           E
and every night I tell the truth in rhyme
A                           D              A/C#
  I'm the Barroom Poet, and I know it, I know it
            A                     E            A
they'll drag me out of here come closin' time
 
 
[Outro]
                 A                     E                     D   A/C#  A
Hey and all those gems scrawled on your bathroom walls are mine