Deadman’s Blues Matt Woods Don’t bother calling up my telephone We both know how this night ends Just shut the light and put a record on It won’t be long til I make dark your trap house door again Strolling with those rings around my eyes How I do declare, darling, you’re a sight Shake off just a little of the cold You know I never meant to grow so old I’m a first place loser, last place friend, Roadhouse preacher til stage lights dim Turn me out to the dark again Don’t worry if I don’t call All these part time lovers and full time fools Got me singing the deadman’s blues Fumbling round without a thing to lose Like I don’t want it all Hey I don’t want it all x2 There ain’t no sense in feeling like I do When all I want’s at odds with wanting you Girl I never meant to go so far Make a debt from your tears and broken hearts It’s the perfect tool to tear myself apart I’m a first place loser, last place friend, Roadhouse preacher til stage lights dim Turn me out to the dark again Don’t worry if I don’t call All these part time lovers And full time fools Got me singing the deadman’s blues Fumbling round without a thing to lose Like I don’t want it all Hell I don’t want it all x2 Don’t bother calling up my telephone We both know how this night ends *Here's the (I'm sure that's not the correct name.) ----0----- ----3----- ----2----- ----0----- ----0----- ----2----- Matt plays the song in straight (same chords capoed on the 4th). That's the only way I can get close to singing all the notes he does.