INTRO: G

#1.
G
Heading down the back turnpike, signposts 

are pointing west.
C                                      G
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up 

can stand the test.

CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the 
    C                 D
dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na.

#2.
G
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar 

bill in my jeans.
              C
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy 
     G
in a town like New Orleans.

CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the 
    C                 D
dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na.

#3.
G
Guess I didn't make it in the city, but that's just 

the way that it goes.
                C
Cause there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, 
G
don't like the shape of my nose.

CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the 
    C                 D
dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na.


INTERLUDE: Gm C G D C Gm D

#4.
G
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar 

bill in my jeans.
              C
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy 
     G
in a town like New Orleans.

CHORUS:
                  D
But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the 
    C                 D
dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na.

#5.
Ab
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar 

bill in my jeans.
              Db
Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy 
     Ab
in a town like New Orleans.

                  Eb
But I'm doing all right, now..rolling down the 
    Db                
dustpipe..(Fade.)