Gentlemen, Start Your Engines --- John Barlow/Bob Weir

 

Itís [Am]three AM in the Combat Zone. [C]Gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
They can [Am]close this bar but baby I ainít goiní. [C]Gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
If you [Am]lock up the whiskey, give me [C]gasoline.
(I) got a [D]seven-grand redline on the [Am]black machine.
The dead can do my sleepiní if you know what I [F]mean. Gentlemen [G]start your [Am]engines! 

[Am]Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
[Am]Gentlemen start
[Am]Gentlemen start
[Am]Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines! 

[Am]Got a little girl here in a pinafore dress. [C]Gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
Sheís [Am]got more tricks than you can guess. [C]Gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
Itís [Am]dark outside but itís [C]darker within.
Check the [D]back of my jacket just to [Am]see my grin.
They donít write poems Ďbout the state Iím [F]in. Gentlemen [G]start your [Am]engines! 

[Am]Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
[Am]Gentlemen start
[Am]Gentlemen start
[Am]Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines! 

[C]One of these [D]days Iím gonna [Am]pull myself together.
          [G]Soon as I [D]finish teariní my-[Am]self apart.
             Like the [C]Devilís mus-[D]tangs Iíve been [Am]ridden Hell for leather;
          [G]Put away [D]wet and angry [Am]in the [E]dark. 

[Am]When the police come better let Ďem in. [C]Gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
[Am]Donít forget to tell Ďem what a sport Iíve been. [C]Gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
I got a [Am]head full of vintage [C]TNT.
Theyíre gonna [D]blow me up Ďstead of [Am]buryiní me.
If youíre lookiní for trouble come and sit with [F]me. Gentlemen [G]start your [Am]engines!
 
[Am]Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!
[Am]Gentlemen start
[Am]Gentlemen start
[Am]Ge-ge-ge-gentlemen [D]start your [Am]engines!

             [C]One of these [D]days Iím gonna [Am]pull myself together
          [G]Soon as I [D]finish teariní my-[Am]self apart.
          [C]Let me tell you [D]Honey thereís some [Am]mighty stormy weather,
          [G]Howliní round the [D]caverns [Am]of my [E]heart.

 

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