Hangdogs - Monopoly On The Blues Capo 2 D Em G Well folks still call it Main Street, but it don't look too main no more D Em G Just some redbrick mausoleums whitewashed panes and boarded doors D Em G And it still runs into old U.S. 13 a few blocks down Em G Em D But now days U.S. 13 turns to dirt just south of town There's still a bank on Main Street so you can take out one more loan Post office keeps a zip code for young folks to write back home And the fire engine's still on call when there's someone round to drive But other'n that, all that's left is this tumble-down old dive Em G D But when the dark comes down on Main Street and the streetlights try to shine Em G Em G We unlock that front door and light up that old neon sign Em G D Bm And it tells folks if they're looking, man, we still got beer and booze Em G Folks ain't got much around here no more Em G Just some memory and the drink we pour Em G Em G D And this side of that door we got ourselves a monopoly on the blues Old Don he used to sell us all our groceries cross the street Till the SuperValu opened up down in the county seat And Little Joe he would've taken over Big Joe's hardware store Till the bank it beat him to it and put a padlock on the door And the Legionaires come around Wednesday nights since the Legion Hall burnt down And we hear about their wives and wars and buy em a couple rounds And on Friday nights the farmer's sit and b***h about the drought They been b***hing here forever, now they're talkin 'bout selling out Janey's kept her looks since graduating a few years back this June Now she stares up out the window, past the neon at the moon When the cash dried up for college she came home to live for free And work a register at the Wal-Mart down in the county seat (CHORUS 2) But sometimes she stays till closing and she turns off that old sign And I'll walk her to her parents' house or sometimes home to mine Someday I spose I'll figure we got nothin left to lose Folks ain't got much round here no more But the best is still this side of that door And I'll offer her a cut of this Monopoly on the blues Hangdogs - Monopoly On The Blues Capo 2 D Em G Well folks still call it Main Street, but it don't look too main no more D Em G Just some redbrick mausoleums whitewashed panes and boarded doors D Em G And it still runs into old U.S. 13 a few blocks down
Em G Em D But now days U.S. 13 turns to dirt just south of town There's still a bank on Main Street so you can take out one more loan Post office keeps a zip code for young folks to write back home And the fire engine's still on call when there's someone round to drive But other'n that, all that's left is this tumble-down old dive Em G D But when the dark comes down on Main Street and the streetlights try to shine Em G Em G We unlock that front door and light up that old neon sign Em G D Bm And it tells folks if they're looking, man, we still got beer and booze Em G Folks ain't got much around here no more Em G Just some memory and the drink we pour Em G Em G D And this side of that door we got ourselves a monopoly on the blues Old Don he used to sell us all our groceries cross the street Till the SuperValu opened up down in the county seat And Little Joe he would've taken over Big Joe's hardware store Till the bank it beat him to it and put a padlock on the door And the Legionaires come around Wednesday nights since the Legion Hall burnt down And we hear about their wives and wars and buy em a couple rounds And on Friday nights the farmer's sit and b***h about the drought They been b***hing here forever, now they're talkin 'bout selling out Janey's kept her looks since graduating a few years back this June Now she stares up out the window, past the neon at the moon When the cash dried up for college she came home to live for free And work a register at the Wal-Mart down in the county seat (CHORUS 2) But sometimes she stays till closing and she turns off that old sign And I'll walk her to her parents' house or sometimes home to mine Someday I spose I'll figure we got nothin left to lose Folks ain't got much round here no more But the best is still this side of that door And I'll offer her a cut of this Monopoly on the blues