Floorboard Blues

Michael Timmins


Check under his floorboards, Mama,
I don't trust his silly grin.
He's got a beat-up Rambler, 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 that sweaty palm to your cheek.
Don't accuse me of running scared,
listen to what I'm saying.
It's a fucked up ole world, but this ole girl
well she ain't givin' in.

e I-----------------I
B I-----------------I
G I0h1--------------I
D I---0-2-22-22-22-2I
A I-----------------I
E I----0----0--0----I

Repeat this 5 times for the first and second lines.

e I-----------------I
B I-----------------I
G I0h1--2-22-22-22--I
D I---0------------2I
A I----0----0--0----I
E I-----------------I

Then play this once for the third line...

e I-----------------I
B I-----------------I
G I0h1--------------I
D I---0-2-22-22-22-2I
A I-----------------I
E I----0----0--0----I

..and repeat this for the fourth line


Tabbed by Bjorn (bjwa6373@hem1.passagen.se) who notes: 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 gives up.

 

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Last Update: July 11, 2004
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