Gentlemen, Start Your Engines --- John Barlow/Bob Weir
It’s [Am]three AM in
the Combat Zone. [C]Gentlemen [D]start
your [Am]engines!
They can [Am]close
this bar but baby I ain’t goin’. [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 sleepin’ 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!
She’s [Am]got more
tricks than you can guess. [C]Gentlemen
[D]start
your [Am]engines!
It’s [Am]dark
outside but it’s [C]darker
within.
Check the [D]back
of my jacket just to [Am]see my grin.
They don’t write poems ‘bout the state I’m
[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
I’m gonna [Am]pull myself together.
[G]Soon
as I [D]finish
tearin’ my-[Am]self apart.
Like the
[C]Devil’s
mus-[D]tangs
I’ve 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 ‘em in. [C]Gentlemen
[D]start
your [Am]engines!
[Am]Don’t forget to
tell ‘em what a sport I’ve been. [C]Gentlemen
[D]start
your [Am]engines!
I got a [Am]head
full of vintage [C]TNT.
They’re gonna [D]blow
me up ‘stead of [Am]buryin’ me.
If you’re lookin’ 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
I’m gonna [Am]pull myself together
[G]Soon
as I [D]finish
tearin’ my-[Am]self apart.
[C]Let
me tell you [D]Honey
there’s some [Am]mighty stormy weather,
[G]Howlin’
round the [D]caverns
[Am]of my
[E]heart.