Cause Cheap Is How I Feel
Cowboy JunkiesVersion1
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It's the kinda night that's so cold that your spit
freezes before it hits the ground.
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar,
'cuz if he's out tonight, he must be truly down.
And I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present
to prove to you that what I said was real...
For something small and frail and plastic, baby
Cause cheap is how I feel.
Half a moon in the sky tonight- not enough
to come up with an answer
to the question why is it that every time I see you
my love grows a little stronger.
But your memory leaves my stomach turning,
feeling like a liar about to be revealed...
But I hoard all this to myself,
Cause cheap is how I feel.
(guitar solo)
It's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the lights-
How I hate the shadows that they cast.
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing
I'll always drag with me from my past.
I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into
and maybe strike a deal:
Your body for my soul, face swap,
Cause cheap is how I feel.
Keep on playing, gang.
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Readable chord sheet for Cause Cheap Is How I Feel by Cowboy Junkies
I[G]t's the kinda night that's so cold tha[C]t your spit f[G]reezes before it hits the ground. A[G]nd when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dol[C]lar, '[C]cuz if he's out tonight, he m[D]ust be truly down. A[C]nd I'm searchin' all the windows for a last minute present t[Am]o prove to you that what I said was real... F[D]or something small and frail and plastic, b[C]aby C[G]ause cheap is how I feel. H[G]alf a moon in the sky tonight- n[C]ot enough t[G]o come up with an answer t[C]o the question why is it that every time I see you m[G]y love grows a little stronger. B[C]ut your memory leaves my stomach turning, f[D]eeling like a liar about to be revealed... B[Am]ut I hoard all t[C]his to myself, C[G]ause cheap is how I feel. (guitar solo) I[G]t's not the smell in here that really gets to me, it's the l[C]ights- H[G]ow I hate the shadows that they cast. A[G]nd the sound of clinking bottles is the o[C]ne sure thing I[D]'ll always drag with me from my past. I[C] think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into a[Am]nd maybe strike a deal: Y[D]our body for my soul, f[C]ace swap, C[G]ause cheap is how I feel. Keep on playing, gang.