C
No time to waste
Fm
Just sitting and smoking the taste
C Fm
No cars, no noise but the fan overhead
C Fm
The beer and me and the little guy by my side
C
Just no time for fooling
Fm
But the popcorn is full of butter and salt
Em
And that's how the night passes
Fm
So slow, so cool.
Em Fm
No money, no food, but a full pack of cigarettes
G
And the blues to keep me company
Stars, moons, and the women next door
All crying for me to come over
My dreams slip into the trash
Right next to the old bottle of whisky
Ooh what a taste
Em
That smile, those lips so free
Fm G
Just the beer and the little guy by my side.
5 February ’94