The Postman Drove A Caddy Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][G][D]
[A]

[Verse 1]
I know it [D]seemed like
a good idea at [G]the time.
But, [D]darling, I knew there [A]was
trouble [D]bound to come.

[Verse 2]
The postman drove a [G]Caddy,
A sunburned [D]green,
Rusted out land tug of [A]a car.
It seen [D]to race across the ridge
trailin [G]clouds of dust and dogs.
[D]I knew there was[A] trouble
bound [D]to come.

[Verse 3]
[D]Now, I saw the fact.
[G]The driver was a dog.
[D]The dog had a hat.
The hat [A]had [F#m]a flat.
[D]It looked like a rat.
The [G]rat was on fire.
Somehow I knew there [D]was trouble
bound [A]to [D]come.

[Verse 4]
[Gm]Now, that fire[Eb] attracted t[D]he
eye of a [Gm]neighbor who,
[D]Turning [Dm]away,
[Gm]Shook his head as he[D] was heard to say,
I don't wan[F#m]na kno[A]w why.
[D]Which confused the pig.
[G]That ate the mailbox.
That contained [D]the letter that was lost by
the post [Eb]office [A]for 40 years.
Happenin [D]to have been written
by Albert Ein[G]stein.
Ha!
Some[D]how I knew [A]there was
trouble [D]bound to come.

[Verse 5]
[D]Now, in his declining years he [G]had designed devined a
device from com[D]mon household items,
Which by [A]harnassing hitherto unknown forces [D]in the
universe could put a chicken [G]in every pot,
And make it so that everyone [D]could live a long
[A]long [D]time without any trouble at all.
And in the pro[G]cess savin [Gm]mankind
from [D]certain self- destruction,
And en[A]abling him to keep go[D]ing
more [G]places forever.
Mmmm, I [D]knew there was
trouble bound to [A]come.
[D]Now, you

[Verse 6]
understand, that whether or not this device would
ac[G]tually work was a matter of [D]ab solute conjecture,
Seeing as how Mr Einstein had
buried the only plans,
And working model,
In [G]a hole in the ground.
[D]I knew there was trouble
[A]bound to [D]come.
[Gm]It had seemed

[Verse 7]
like a [Dm]good
idea at [Gm]the time,
In fact what the let[Dm]ter did say.
[Gm]And would the recipient,
A [Dm]Mr Tesla,
Please go out [A]and dig it up right away?
But [D]not to worry,
Cuz even if [G]this self- same letter was to be [D]lost in the post you couldn't [A]miss the two- foot
high Martian stand[D]ing there who promised to wait and not [G]even budge for 40 years,
[D]If he had to,
But then he really had to get going.
And by the way take him a couple [A]apples,
Or [D]something,
Because he really likes fruit.
Sincerely yours,
Albert Einstein.

[Verse 8]
Somehow I knew there
was trouble bound to come.