Gotta Get A Meal Ticket

Intro:
D F D F


[Verse 1]:

D
I can hound you, if I need too. Sip your brandy from a crystal shoe in the
G      F       D       Em                               Bm
corner. In the corner. While the others climb, reaching dizzy heights, the
G                        Bb         C             D              F       D
world's in front of me in black and white. I'm on the bottom line, I'm on
    F
the bottom line.


[Verse 2]: (same progression as before.)


I'd have a cardiac, if I had such luck. Lucky losers, lucky losers landing on skid
row. Landing on skid row. While the Diamond Jims, and the Kings road pimps,
breathe heavy in their brand new clothes. I'm on the bottom line, I'm on the
bottom line.


[Chorus]:


Gm                Dm           Bb       C            F
And I gotta get a meal ticket. To survive you need a meal ticket, to stay
  Am             Dm           Gm                     F
alive you need a meal ticket. Feel no pain, no pain. No regret, no regret.
         C                           Bb           Gm
When the line's been signed, you're someone else. Do yourself a favor, the
Am                       Dm
meal ticket does the rest.