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Song - FLOORBOARD BLUES
Band - COWBOY JUNKIES (Michael Timmins)

I think this is in 7/4 time or something like that. It's truly weird
anyway. Check out the live album "200 More Miles", where the audience tries
to clap along, but quickly give up... Also worth listening to for the hoots
of joy after the last line, and well, because it's a great record.

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Repeat this 5 times for the first and second lines.

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Then play this once for the third line...

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...and repeat this for the fourth line.

(I've noticed this riff also works great for Hendrix's "Hear My Train
a-Comin'".)

Lyrics:
Check under his floorboards, Mama, I don't trust his silly grin
He's got a beat-up Rambler and Nebraska plates - I ain't gettin' in
I don't like the way his pinky ring picks up the dashboard light
Or his short little piggy fingers or the way his belt is cinched too tight

Check under his floorboards, Mama, I don't like his suggestive tone
The way his words drip from his mouth as he asks 'Can I take you home...?'
I don't care how many miles I've got, I think I'd rather walk them alone
Than to sit in the back seat as his eyes in the mirror reduce me to flesh
and bone

Check under his floorboards, Mama, 'cause that razor's not just a threat to me
He'll be slicing tiny crescents from your heart without laying a sweaty
palm to your cheek
Don't accuse me of running scared, listen to what I'm saying:
It's a fucked-up ol' world, Mama, but this ol' girl, well, she ain't givin'
in...


Parked forever in a dream,
Bjorn
bjwa6373@hem1.passagen.se