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Close one there
Chokin' in clean underwear
Bleeding tongue
Eight-ball pounding in my lungs
Ship-to-shore
I can't see the coastline anymore
well I shouldn't be here
I thought I made that loud and clear

(Chorus)
But the Master of Disaster
Gets tangled in his Telecaster
He can't play it any faster
when he plays the blues
When he had the heart to ask her
Every note just shook the plaster
now he's just a mean old bastard
when he plays the blues

Chinatown
chasin' that ol' dragon down
Madame Wong's
we played the blues with the curtains drawn
Sidewalks of white
when the L.A. sun beat out the night
poundin' brain
my last transmission down the drain

(chorus)

There's a debt I owe
I'll never pay before I go
So I sing the blues
hand me down my walkin shoes
You're in my heart
Though we may be miles apart
There's my point
I'll see you in another joint

(Chorus)

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Master Of Disaster
John Hiatt

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