By Richy Vegas
Am:C:Dm:E7
B∇∆ B∇
Am
Well a man your age
Dm
Just wants to hit his spot
E7
And maybe I had you all wrong
Am
And I don’t know what I’ve got.
Am
But a man my age
Dm
He just wants him some peace
E7
He couldn’t handle all this rage
Am
He’d just want it to cease.
Am
It’s a hundred outside
Dm
But ten below in here
E7
Did I ever call you beautiful
Am
You’d make a blind man better hear.
Am
Your smile lights up my darkest room
Dm
You got it goin’ on
E7
If pretty words and rhymes don’t do it
Am
What the hell, I wrote a song.
Chorus:
E7
Well scoot on over Buster
C
It’s the doghouse for old Rich
Dm
This ain’t no time for callin’ names
E7 Am
Or I’ll wind up in a ditch.
What is on your mind
You’re a cipher to me
I think it’s kind of silly now
I hardly know you you see.
You can take your pick of men
Now that’s nothing new
Well I’ve hardly got your options
Me I’m just a tub of goo.
Maybe I had you all wrong dear
You got it goin’ on
If pretty words and rhymes don’t do it
What the hell I wrote a song.
Chorus:
Well scoot on over Buster
It’s the doghouse for old Rich
This ain’t no time for callin’ names
Or I’ll wind up in a ditch.
Richard Alexander
8/5/2015