Bb7/6           Eb9           Am7          D7

E|-3----| e|-1----|     e|-0----|    e|-2----|
B|-3----| B|-2----|     B|-1----|    B|-1----|
G|-1----| G|-0----|     G|-0----|    G|-2----|
D|-3----| D|-1----|     D|-2----|    D|-0----|
A|-1----| A|------|     A|-0----|    A|------|
E|------| E|------|     E|------|    E|------|

Bb7/6       Eb9
A cab combs the snake,
Bb7/6       Eb9
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
Bb7/6 
And a solitary sailor
                        Am7                  D7
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...

Bb7/6                              Eb9
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
Bb7/6                              Eb9
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
Bb7/6
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
                 Am7                   D7
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.

Bb7/6                              Eb9
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
Bb7/6                              Eb9       Bb7/6
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
Am7  D7

Bb7/6                  Eb9
And the Texaco beacon burns on,
Bb7/6                  Eb9                          Bb7
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'...
                       Am7
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
                                             D7
"You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."

Bb7/6                                Eb9
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
Bb7/6                                   Eb9                
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands.
Bb7/6                    Am7   D7
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Bb7/6                                Eb9
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Bb7/6                                Eb9    Bb7/6
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight,
Am7                            D7
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.

Bb7/6                                Eb9
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Bb7/6                                Eb9         
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles,
                  Am7
Leaving the town in a-keeping
                        D7
Of the one who is sweeping
           Bb7/6          Eb9   
Up the ghost of Saturday night