Okkervil River – You Cant Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man (Guitar)

A
This week's cash for last week's grass

            D                    Bm
Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait

A
Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads

         D         Bm
Roasting away on a sunny summer day

     E                       F#m  D
(Or, okay, an August night anyway)

                     E
And you're living on air

                            F#m
While on the 25th floor, up there

                     D                 E
They'd fan a million bucks before your face

         D               E                              F#m
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair

                   D                     E
All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape

                         A
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed

                                                         D
She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age

          Bm                   E                 F#m    D
Which is thirty-seven, by the way and not twenty-eight

                     E                                    F#m
And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care

                                D              E
I have been your bride stripped bare since '98

         D            E                                 F#m
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air

                       D                  E
It's a gas now. It's a laugh just how far several mil can take it"

A                                           D
This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate

         Bm
When you starved and never ate

A                                                  D
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face

        Bm                            E                    F#m   D
As you roam on silk ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake

                             E                            F#m
Splayed astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear

                         D               E
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face

        D                E                                F#m
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear

                              D           E
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged