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.