Wrinkle Neck Mules - Pull the Brake

D...................G
I found my demons

D............................................A
Caught them where they were sleeping

G................................D
Now I know I’ll never be alone
Shaving after drinking
Come downstairs steadily bleeding
And exposing my jawbone


Bm..........................................A
While my engine stammers and shakes

Bm.........................G....................D
Another quart of oil straight in the tank

.............G.....................D
Push the pedal, pull the brake

Seeing is deceiving
And to think you had me believing
In cottonwoods and two-step songs
Got my papers of indenture
So many years living up to my potential
It’s probably time to take about twenty years off

While my engine stammers and shakes
Another quart of oil straight in the tank
Push the pedal, pull the brake

D...........G......A...........D
Push the pedal, pull the brake

Good morning South Carolina
Left a trail of dog bones behind you
Hoping I might follow you inside
Hoping I might follow

While my hands they tremble and shake
Got to calm them down with another round of drinks
Push the pedal, pull the brake
Push the pedal, pull the brake
Push the pedal, push the pedal
Pull the brake

Wrinkle Neck Mules - Eyes Down

C...............................G
The bulbs are burned out

............F...................C
You can’t keep up with us

C..............G............F
Light her up, tear it down

C................G............F..................C
Late in the evening crossing that line

C............................G.....................F........Fm
Your eyes down for more, another sunrise


......C...................G...................Am............F
Eyes down and I’ll meet you in the rusted end

C....................G.........F
Push me in the river again

C.....................G................Bb................F
Breath may be cold but its better than alone

C............................G...................F
And you know I’ll be chasing her down

Days have gone by
I still keep up with her
She follows me round like a dog
Throw her a line of that calcium light
Your eyes down in shame, back to the frame

Eyes down and I’ll meet you in the rusted end
Push me in the river again
Breath may be cold but its better than alone
And you know I’ll be chasing her down

Em............................F
To the windows, to the walls

Em...........................................F
‘till the sweats running down my brow

Em..................F
Hold me up ‘till I fall

C
Eyes down

Eyes down and I’ll meet you in the rusted end
I’m burning down a river of sin
Your touch may be cold but its better than alone
And you know I’ll be chasing her
And you know I’ll be chasing her
Eyes down
Eyes down

Wrinkle Neck Mules - Okeechobee

G......................D...........................C
Looks like it’s time to trim the fat

G.................D...................................C
Digging a hole right through the glades

...................G....................D
And by the time we get through

................Em.....................C
Well I’ll have no use for you

G..........................D.................................C
Won’t you be so proud of the mess I made?


................G.....................D.................C.............Am
With my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee

G............................................................D..................................C
Running through the shallows with cottonmouth cypress knees

................G.....................D.....................C.......................G
Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee’s calling me

............................................D......................................C
With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be

One time I brought a woman friend home with me
For too damn long she couldn’t stand the heat
Nor mosquitoes
She said I had to choose, but she never thought she’d lose
But when it comes to the one I love its plain to see

With my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee
Running through the shallows with cottonmouth cypress knees
Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee’s calling me
With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be

A four-wheel drive
And a three-gun rack
Two-eyed stove
And a one-room shack
Yeah my paint job’s starting to peel
And there’s a crack in my windshield
But you can bet each time I leave I’ll be looking back

To my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee
Holy black water with sawgrass and citrus trees
Yeah my sweet, sweet, sweet Okeechobee’s calling me
With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be
Yeah you can find me
With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be
Yeah you can find me
With a forearm tan and a bottle that’s where I’ll be