The Junie and the Juicehead, Minus Me
written by Kris Kristofferson
from the reissue of "Kristofferson"
This is one of my favorites.   Don't know why it wasn't originally included on the album.
Corrections welcome.   tabbed 6/9/05


INTRO: D

        D                                G
I was stumblin' bumblin' down them neon Music City sidewalks
        A                             G                  D
With a Junkie and a Juicehead who had problems of their own
                                             G
Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
          A                              G                D
And some talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home

    G
80 days out of the Army, makin' neither love nor money
        D                               A            A7
And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
          D                               G
Then the Junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner
           A                                 G              D
While he told us of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song

           G                           D
He said my fortune was my future but I let it slip away
        A                           D
Slowly smokin' myself broke on 80 cigarettes a day
G                                      D
Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
       G                            A (let ring)
And writin' songs for no one but myself, and the Juicehead who said

G                                  D
If I can read my fortune, in the bottom of a glass
     A                             D
Then I can see it's time for me to make my last request
         G                                   D
Will you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest
       A                               D
So the boys can say I drank my way to hell


BREAK: D


        D                              G
Well I drank the whole thing over, put 1 and 2 together
        A                            G           D
And it addered up to more of what I didn't wanna be
        D                           G
I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me
         A                              G                 D
One more work day and a wake up and the time it takes to leave

         G                             
'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could've been my future
      D                             A             A7
In a prophet pushin' daydreams on a corner for a fee
       D                        G
And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
        A                             G             D
And a hungry lookin' Junkie hauntin' tea and sympathy

      G                                  D
And I bet that Junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away
            A                           D
While he's smokin' himself broke on 80 cigarettes a day
G                               D           
Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay
    G                                 A (let ring)
And writin' words that no one's gonna see, but the Juicehead who said

G                          D
Every empty bottle is his private chrystal ball
          A                               D
Where he stares into the future findin' nothin' there at all
         G                                D
Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall
      A                           D
On a Junkie and a Juicehead minus me