|| Amin7              | C              | Dmin7              | Dmi7              ||

You always spill the sugar, Just a little on the bench

Gritty Like sweet sandpaper, Grazing my hands

PRE CHORUS

|| G       | Ab1/2dim              | Amin9              | C              |

I lie awake at night to wonder, How’s a man gonna find his tools

| F                     | Dmin7                     | Bminb5 Bminb5/E       | E7       ||

When all his benches are covered, With broken ratchets and sugary blues.               You always defend the soap, No matter

|| FM7              | FM7                     | Amin9                     | C 13              |

how bad it smells,               There goes me, sneezing like a freight train,

| FM7              | Dmin                     | Amin9                     | Bb/C              ||

You always defend the soap, No matter how bad it smells, There goes you full of hope.

|| Amin7              | C              | Dmin7              | Dmi7              ||

I’ve seen you on the other side of town, Walkin with your head bent down

We used to be lost in fishing boats and books

And now look at us, Lost in sound.

PRE CHORUS

|| G       | Ab1/2dim              | Amin9              | C              |

I lie awake at night to wonder, How’s a man gonna find his tools

| F                     | Dmin7                     | Bminb5 Bminb5/E       | E7       ||

When all his benches are covered, With broken ratchets and sugary blues.               You always defend the soap, No matter

|| FM7              | FM7                     | Amin9                     | C 13              |

how bad it smells,               There goes me, sneezing like a freight train,

| FM7              | Dmin                     | Amin9                     | Bb/C              ||

You always defend the soap, No matter how bad it smells, There goes you full of hope.

|| FM7              | FM7                     | Amin9                     | C 13              |

how bad it smells,               There goes me, sneezing like a freight train,

| FM7              | Dmin                     | Amin9                     | Bb/C              ||

You always defend the soap, No matter how bad it smells, There goes you full of hope.

outro

|| FM7              | Dmin       F/G       | G/A              |       A/B       |

Spill the sugar               on the bench

 

You always defend the soap….