C2        B2          Em
   Elder Green is dead and gone
 C2           B2   C2         Em
   Lost his way going to town
            C2                           B2    Em
   And I don't know who he is or what he's done
             Am                          B2                  Em
   But it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue, yeah
             Am                          B2                  Em
   And it sure sounds sweet rolling off the tongue
                                                                                  Em B2 Em  Em B2 Em
                                                                                     G Em G B2
                                                                                        Em C2 B2 C2 B2 Em
                            Em
             Now, if I was in an old hotel
                     B                            Em
             That happened to be on fire
             Em
             Well, maybe I'd jump or maybe I'd reconsider
                       B                                    Em
             Yeah, maybe I'd climb a little higher

                                        G                  Em
                           Like an oily rag in a dusty corner
                                      G                                              B
                           Like a box of matches near an open flame
                                         Em                       C
                           I'd jump 18 stories from a burning fire
                           B                       C             B           Em
                           Sooner than I'd face this world of shame
                                           Am                        B2                          Em
                           Yeah, I'd skip this town and jump a westbound train

                                                      Am               B2              Em
                                         And you take these fingerlings from my fingers
                                         Spoken with your breath
                                         With white-washed eyes and flies that linger
                                         Am                                        B2
                                         Seems rather forlorn and bereft

                                                      Am             B2                    Em
                                         I said, "Where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie?"
                                         As if I couldn't have guessed
                                         And he says, he's gonna get the hell out of Slag Valley
                                         And he's gonna take a little stroll way out west
                                         Yeah, he's gonna take a little stroll way out west
                                                                 *Interlude*   Em B Em  Em B Em
                                                                                           G Em G B2
                                                                                                Em C2 B2 C2 B2 Em

             Now, if I was in an old hotel
             That happened to be on fire
             Well, maybe I'd jump or maybe I'd reconsider
             Yeah, maybe I'd climb a little higher

                           Like an oily rag in a dusty corner
                           Like a box of matches near an open flame
                           I'd get so far away from that old matchbox hotel
                           I'd skip this town and jump a westbound train
                           Oh man, anything to get away from this old shame

                                         And you take these fingerlings from my fingers
                                         Spoken with your breath
                                         With white-washed eyes and flies that linger
                                         Seems rather forlorn and bereft

                                         I said, "Where you goin' with that sack on your shoulder Willie?"
                                         As if I couldn't have guessed
                                         And he says, "I'm gonna get the hell out of Slag Valley
                                         And I'm gonna take a little stroll way out west
                                         Yeah, I'm gonna take a little stroll way out west"...

                                                                                                                                   Am B2 Em (x2)