Riff 1: Riff 2: Riff 3:
e|------1---1-| e|------------| e|----2--1---1-|
B|----2---2---| B|------4---4-| B|--2------2---|
G|--3---------| G|-0--3---3---| G|-------------|
D|------------| D|------------| D|-------------|
A|------------| A|------------| A|-------------|
E|------------| E|------------| E|-------------|
Order: 1-2-3-2
Db Bb Db Bb Db Bb Db Bb
I don't know just where I'm going
Db Bb Db Bb Db
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can
Bb Db
Cuz it makes me feel like I'm a man
Bb Db
When I put a spike into my vein
Bb Db
Then, I tell ya', things aren't quite the same
Bb Db
When I'm rushin' on my run
Bb Db
And I feel just like Jesus' son
Bb Db
And I guess that I just don't know
Bb Db
And I guess that I just don't know
Db Bb Db Bb Db Bb Db Bb
I have made big decisions
Db Bb Db Bb Db
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
Bb Db
Cuz when the blood begins to flow
Bb Db
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
Bb Db
When I'm closing in on death
After this line, Morrison interjects with a riff B,
which is to be repeated as necessary:
e|-----7---7---9---7--------|
B|-----8---8---10--8--------|
G|-----7---7---9---7--------|
D|--------------------------|
A|--------------------------|
E|--------------------------|
Bb Db
And you can't help me, not you guys
Bb Db
Or all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
Bb Db
You can all go take a walk
Bb Db
And I guess I just don't know
Bb Db
And I guess that I just don't know
Db Bb Db Bb Db Bb Db Bb
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
Db Bb Db Bb Db
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
Bb Db
On a great big clipper ship
Bb Db
Going from this land here to that
Bb Db Bb Db Bb
Ah, in a sailor's suit and cap
Db Bb Db
Away from the big city
Bb Db
Where a man cannot be free
Bb Db
Of all of the evils of this town
Bb Db
And of himself and those around
Bb Db
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Bb Db
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Db Bb Db
Heeeeeroin
Bb Db Bb Db Bb
Be the death of me
Db Bb Db
Heeeeeroin
Bb Db
It's my wife and it's my life
Bb Db
Because a mainline to my vein
Bb Db
Leads to a center in my head
Bb Db
And then I'm better off as dead
Bb Db
Because when the smack begins to flow
Bb Db
Ah, I really don't care anymore
Bb Db
About all the jim-jims in this town
Bb Db
And all the politicians makin' busy sounds
Bb Db
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
Bb Db
And all the dead bodies piled up in Nam
Rff B: a few times
e|-----7---7---9---7--------|
B|-----8---8---10--8--------|
G|-----7---7---9---7--------|
D|--------------------------|
A|--------------------------|
E|--------------------------|
Bb Db
Cuz when the smack begins to flow
Bb Db
Then I really don't care anymore
Bb Db
Ah, when that heroin is in my blood
Bb Db
And that blood is in my head
Bb Db
Then thank god that I'm good as dead
Bb Db
And thank your god that I'm not aware
Bb Db
And thank god that I just don't care
Bb Db
And I guess I just don't know
Bb Db
Ah, and I guess I just don't know
End on Db↑
