The Wife The Kids And The White Picket Fence

Am         F       C                G
Mail order brides, turtlenecks, and trophy wives
Am               F
Had the ways and means to breach
C              G
The borders of easy street
C                  G
And to blend right in
       C
We all surrounded them
     F            C
In a white picket fence
    G         C
Now both ends meet


(Chorus)
F
Sufficed to say there's a time and a place
C
So I wait
        G                         Em
For the tug-of-war and who you'll pull for
F                                                     Am
While between you and me from point A to point B is a fine line
     C                      G
That burns at both our good ends



Am          F          C            G
2 peas in a pod, a battleaxe, and a bastard child
Am             F
took one step more
    C                    G
and went straight to the source
C                  G
and to blend right in
            C
they opened fire with
      F
their rain checks spent
   C    G    C
to make ends meet


Chorus


F
Go on, paint the whole town red
C
I'd rather follow who cleans up the mess
G        D
And so I wait.