[Intro]
E
[Verse 1]
E
There's a touch o' rain to greet the train
C#m E C#m B
Where it coughs up all its contents on the town
E
From near and far they'll hug the bar
C#m E C#m B
And the talk gets cheap and nasty by the hour
E
The only kiss they'd ever cared for was the bottle
C#m E C#m B
And they'll fall into a methylated love until whenever
E
To run from your shadows half the battle
C#m E
And they'll sit and mutter bitter little words about the weather
C#m B
Or whatever
[Chorus]
A F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
A F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
A B E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
[Verse 2]
E
Though he combs the bins for empty tins
C#m E C#m B
They say that he's got a fortune stashed away
E C#m
And when they toss him out that means the boss is in
E C#m B
Or else they'd let him stay
E
The rain rolls down the window
C#m E
Falls like shells on the horizon
C#m B
Giving rise to all his memories of home
E C#m E
Where sirens aren't such pretty things and the fear so paralysin'
C#m B
It could turn the air you breathe into stone
[Chorus]
A F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
A F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
A B E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
A F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
A F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
A B E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
[Interlude]
F#m A F#m E C#m E
F#m A F#m E C#m B
[Verse 3]
E
The kids run feral up and down the street
C#m E C#m B
And meet their friends for life, or so they swear
E
And the bright young man sings 'Kick the can'
C#m E C#m B
Walking hand in hand with his love to god knows where
E
She says "this is killin' me, its been for a year or three,
C#m E C#m B
I've gotta get away, good luck, take care"
E
'Cos the wind'll rattle and the wind'll roar
C#m E
But the shit'll only settle at the poor folks' door 'round here
C#m B
I swear
[Chorus]
A F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
A F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
A B E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
A F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
A F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
A B E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
[Outro]
A F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
A F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
A B
And I can't feel a thing
A F#m
And the bus floor bottles ring
A F#m
While the drunks are tryin' to sing
A B E
And I can't feel a thing beneath me
Source: https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/the_rumjacks/bus_floor_bottles_chords_2627415