Drunken Nights On The City
Frankie MillerVersion1
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Chords in this song
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I'll tell you a story about a night on the town,
It started off drinking and fighting.
By the time a was through,
I'd near worn out my shoes,
I had visited every known dive.
All the lights in the alley,
Fall dim on the ground,
When your trying to see your way home.
And the all night ladies,
In their perfume so fine,
Wont leave a poor boy alone.
Well the paths of the gambler
Are kneeded too thin,
When the cards are all spread on the floor.
The six and the seven,
I needed to win,
And you cant call the bluff any more.
So you stand to your feet,
And you figure discretly,
The best way to pay what you owe.
And she hands you a line,
Tells you thanks for the time,
'You might have brought brains to the show.'
Drunken nights on the city,
Are showing their toes,
They'll take you for all that you owe.
You cant judge a book,
And you cant judge a crook,
Down where the men, they cant go.
By early the next morning,
I rose up to tight,
My eyes were as red as the light.
My pockets were empty,
And so was my heart,
And i promised to put things right.
So I went to the preacher,
I fell on my knees,
I asked the preacher,
To right all my wrongs,
But he just shook his head,
And looked sorry when he said,
'Youve been on the drink far too long'
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Readable chord sheet for Drunken Nights On The City by Frankie Miller
I'll [C]tell you a story about a night on the town, It started off drinking and [G]fighting. By the time a was through, I'd near worn out my shoes, I had visited every known [C]dive. All the lights in the alley, Fall dim on the ground, When your trying to see your way [F]home. And the all night ladies, In their [C]perfume so fine, [G]Wont leave a poor boy [C]alone. [C] [F] [C] [Cadd9] [C] Well the [C]paths of the gambler Are kneeded too thin, When the cards are all spread on the [G]floor. The six and the seven, I needed to win, And you cant call the bluff any [C]more. So you stand to your feet, And you figure discretly, The best way to pay what you [F]owe. And she hands you a line, Tells you [C]thanks for the time, 'You [G]might have brought brains to the [C]show.' Drunken [F]nights on the city, Are [C]showing their toes, They'll [F]take you for all that you [C]owe. You [F]cant judge a book, And you [C]cant judge a crook, [G]Down where the men, they cant [C]go. [C] [F] [C] [Cadd9] [C] By [C]early the next morning, I rose up to tight, My eyes were as red as the [G]light. My pockets were empty, And so was my heart, And i promised to put things [C]right. So I went to the preacher, I fell on my knees, I asked the preacher, To right all my [F]wrongs, But he just shook his head, And looked [C]sorry when he said, 'Youve [G]been on the drink far too [C]long' fade.