Social Disease

D                                   D7
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
G7                                    E
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
D                                       B7
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
E                                   A    Asus4
Disturbance going to crucify my days

        D                                D7
And the days they get longer and longer
G7                                      E
And the nightime is a time of little use
     D                      B7
For I just get ugly and older
E                     A7                  D
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
Chorus
Bm                                         G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm                                 G7
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
D                           A            G7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
      D                 A7                      D   G    D
I'm a genuine example,,     of a social disease

D                             D7
My landlady lives in a caravan
G7                                   E
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
D                                           B7
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
E                                          A   Asus4
But my liquor also helps to grease her palm

D                                D7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
G7                                    E
And they're falling apart at the seams
D                             B7
Well I just get high on tequila
E                  A7              D
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Chorus
Bm                                         G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm                                 G7
I get bombed for dinnertime and tea
D                           A              G7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
      D                  A7                     D   G    D
I'm a genuine example,,,     of a social disease




D                                D7
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
G7                                    E
And they're falling apart at the seams
D                             B7
Well I just get high on tequila
E                  A7              D
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

Chorus
Bm                                         G7
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
Bm                                 G7
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
D                         A              G7
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a hart of gold
    D                A7                  D   G    D
I'm a genuine example ,,,         a social disease of