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The Junkie and The Juicehead, Minus Me
From the album Kristofferson


[Verse 1]
        D                              G
I was stumble bummin' down them neon Music City sidewalks
        A                                G                D
With a junkie and a juicehead who had problems of their own
            D                                   G
Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
          A                               G                 D
And some talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home
Eighty days out of the army makin' neither love nor money
        D                                 E             A
And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
          D                                 G
Then the junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner
          A                                   G              D
While he told us of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song

            G                             D
He said my fortune was my future, but I let it slip away
         A                              G             D
Slowly smokin' myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
  G                                      D
Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
      A                                  N.C.                 
And writin' songs for no one but myself and the juicehead, who said,
  G                                 D
"If I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass,
    A                               D
And I can see it's time for me to make my last request:
          G                                    D
Will you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest,
        A                               D
So the boys can say I drank my way to hell?"

[Verse 2]
          D                                  G
Well, I drank the whole thing over puttin' one and two together
        A                           G              D
And it added up to more of what I didn't want to be
          D                            G
I ain't blamin' Music City, but it's only gonna see me
          A                              G                 D
One more workday and a wake up and the time it takes to leave
'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
       D                                E             A
In a prophet pushin' daydreams on the corner for a fee
       D                         G
And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
       A                              G             D
And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea and sympathy

       G                                  D
And I bet that junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away
             A                               G             D
While he's smokin' hisself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
  G                               D
Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay
      A                                    N.C.
And writin' words that no one's gonna see but the juicehead, who said
G                            D
Every empty bottle is his private crystal ball
           A                               D
Where he stares into the future, findin' nothin' there at all,
         G                                  D
Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall
      A                              D A D
On a junkie and a juicehead, minus me.