by Robert Cray
| Intro | Em | 4x |
| Em |
| I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone |
| Em |
| I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone |
| Em | Am | C | Am | Em |
| I'm having | nasty | nasty v | isions and baby y | ou're in every one, yeah |
| Am | C | B7 | Em | |
| And I'm so a | fraid I'm | gonna find you with that | so called smokin | gun |
| Em | 2x |
| Em |
| Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun |
| Em |
| But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb |
| Em | Am | C | Am | Em |
| I put | 2 and | 1 to | gether and you k | now that's not an even sum |
| Am | C | Am | B7 | Em | |
| And I k | now just w | here to c | atch you with that | well known smokin | gun |
| Em | 2x |
| Em |
| I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done |
| Em |
| I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun |
| Am | C | Am | Em | |
| I know t | hat I s | hould be r | unning, my heart's b | eating just like a drum |
| Am | C | Am | B7 | Em | |
| Now they've k | nocked me d | own and t | aken it, that | still hot and smokin | gun |
| Outro | Em |