C----F-------G- C------F----C---G Well, I know a cure for grief and pain, Dm----------C--G-C--F 'Way down the al-ley way, C--------------G-C---F-----C--G Let's go down to the bowl-ing lanes Am-------Dm-----C--F----C And we'll roll the old ball down!
Chorus:
F-----C---F-----C Bowl-ing, bowl-ing! --------F-----C--------------Dm--Am We're bowl-ing the whole year 'round! ------C------F------G----C-----Dm-Am/F/C/G That brown gal of mine bowled a two-o-nine – Am------Dm------C--F----C And we'll roll the old ball down!
When I was young and in me prime... I'd blow them pins down ten at a time...
I once knew a guy called Curley Brown... He'd bowl a ball weighed seven hundred pounds...
When Curley let flew with that ball... He'd blow a big hole in the backstop wall...
He'd blow them pins into little bits... And still be left with a seven/ten split...
It's one more frame and that'll do... And it's "Miller Time" when we're all through...*