Pinball Machine

G C-G

well I’m an old hog hauler, I drove a big truck

shot th’pinball machine, but it caused me bad luck

I spent all I made on a pinball machine

I shot four catty corners and I missed the sixteen*

wish they’d outlaw them ol’ pinball machines

many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines

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last time I called my wife on the phone

the first she said was John when can you come home

well I’ve got a load a’hogs and they’ve got to go

I’ll seeya when I get back from Chicago

she said John y’know I love ya, I wish y’wouldn’t go

send yer babies some money, they’re hungry and cold

the last thing she said and then she hung up

John, ya give up my lovin’ just to drive an old truck

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well I took my trip on to Chicago

I was gone two months cuz I shot up my dough

I got home my family was gone

the best friend I had rung my telephone

he said John I know you wonder boutcher babies and wife

pneumonia’s gotcher babies and yer wife took’er life

lost all my friends and can’t sleep for bad dreams

I dream about an old truck and a pinball machine

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