Biography:
Tex Perkins (real name Greg Perkins) is an iconic Australian singer-songwriter, who is widely known for fronting popular surf / roots band, The Cruel Sea, and legendary swamp / blues band, the Beasts of Bourbon. Tex has also been in Thug, James Baker Experience, The Butcher Shop, Salamander Jim, Tex Deadly & The Dum Dums and Tex, Don and Charlie and released solo records with his own backing bands, The Dark Horses. Effortlessly shifting genres, Tex
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PAYCHEQUES – TEX PERKINS
D G D G D G A x 2
D G D G D G A
Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides, I guess I'll take Sunday as mine
D G D G Bm A G
Coz on weekends, I perform miracles, I turn paycheques into wine
Bm A D G D G
One working weeks wage at a time
D G D G D G A
Well maybe it's time, we're getting' on home, the sun is hangin' low in the sky
D G D G
And the wine in my head, turns to lurid thoughts
Bm A G Bm A D G D G
And it disorganises my mind, But I seem to be that way inclined
D G D G D G A
Woo and, all these girls, they tempt me lord, with their long and flowing hair
D G D G Bm A G
But I only ask for the one I've lost, Who's perfume still fills the air
Bm A D G D G
Well it's more than I can bare
D G D G D G A
Should I go hungry, leave it alone , or make it back home to my bed
D G D G
And the merciful sleep, of a drunken man
Bm A G Bm A D G D G
And drown all the things that she said, from goin' round and round in my head
Bm G Bm G Bm G A D G D G D G A
D G D G D G A
Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides, I guess I'll take Sunday as mine
D G D G Bm A G
Coz on weekends, I perform miracles, I turn paycheques into wine
Bm A D G D G
One working weeks wage at a time
D G D G D G A
And in the mornin', as shadows fall longer, I sink back deep in my chair
D G D G Bm A G
And I fall into a reverie, imaginin' that she's there
Bm A D G D G
But it's more than I can bare
D G D G D G A
Well if Friday's for funerals and Saturday's for brides, I guess I'll take Sunday as mine
D G D G Bm A G
On weekends, I perform miracles, by turnin' paycheques into wine
Bm A D G D G D G
Memories of her into wine
D G D G D G A x 2
D G D G D G A
Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides, I guess I'll take Sunday as mine
D G D G Bm A G
Coz on weekends, I perform miracles, I turn paycheques into wine
Bm A D G D G
One working weeks wage at a time
D G D G D G A
Well maybe it's time, we're getting' on home, the sun is hangin' low in the sky
D G D G
And the wine in my head, turns to lurid thoughts
Bm A G Bm A D G D G
And it disorganises my mind, But I seem to be that way inclined
D G D G D G A
Woo and, all these girls, they tempt me lord, with their long and flowing hair
D G D G Bm A G
But I only ask for the one I've lost, Who's perfume still fills the air
Bm A D G D G
Well it's more than I can bare
D G D G D G A
Should I go hungry, leave it alone , or make it back home to my bed
D G D G
And the merciful sleep, of a drunken man
Bm A G Bm A D G D G
And drown all the things that she said, from goin' round and round in my head
Bm G Bm G Bm G A D G D G D G A
D G D G D G A
Friday's for funerals, Saturday's for brides, I guess I'll take Sunday as mine
D G D G Bm A G
Coz on weekends, I perform miracles, I turn paycheques into wine
Bm A D G D G
One working weeks wage at a time
D G D G D G A
And in the mornin', as shadows fall longer, I sink back deep in my chair
D G D G Bm A G
And I fall into a reverie, imaginin' that she's there
Bm A D G D G
But it's more than I can bare
D G D G D G A
Well if Friday's for funerals and Saturday's for brides, I guess I'll take Sunday as mine
D G D G Bm A G
On weekends, I perform miracles, by turnin' paycheques into wine
Bm A D G D G D G
Memories of her into wine
Texas Is the Rea (...)
Texas Renegade
Texas Tornados
Texture Like Sun
Teyana Taylor