Down To The Dustpipe

(G)Heading down the back turnpike,
signposts are pointing west.
(C)Fell into the lonely dustpipe, 
hope my (G)pick-up can stand the test.

But I'm doing all (D)right, now..rolling down the 
dust(C)pipe, na-na-na-na (D)nana-na-nana-na.

(G)Rolling down the dustpipe now, 
got a ten dollar bill in my jeans.
Because there (C)ain't no room for a kosher cowboy 
in a (G)town like New Orleans.

But I'm doing all (D)right, now..rolling down the 
dust(C)pipe, na-na-na-na (D)nana-na-nana-na.

(G)Guess I didn't make it in the city, 
but that's just the way that it goes.
Cause there's a (C)lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, 
(G)don't like the shape of my nose.

But I'm doing all (D)right, now..rolling down the 
dust(C)pipe, na-na-na-na (D)nana-na-nana-na.

(Gm)(C)(G)(D)(C)(Gm)(D)

(G)Rolling down the dustpipe now, 
got a ten dollar bill in my jeans.
Because there (C)ain't no room for a kosher cowboy 
in a (G)town like New Orleans.

But I'm doing all (D)right, now..rolling down the 
dust(C)pipe, na-na-na-na (D)nana-na-nana-na.

(G#)Rolling down the dustpipe now, 
got a ten dollar bill in my jeans.
Because there (C#)ain't no room for a kosher cowboy 
in a (G#)town like New Orleans.

But I'm doing all (Eb)right, now..rolling down the             
dust(C#)pipe..(Fade.)na-na-na-na(Eb)na-na-na