Switchblade

[G] [G] [C] [Am]

It's the [G]one long year of Saturday nights
In the [C]city of a million [Am]suns
[G]Sleeping through the afternoon
With your [C]latest only on[Am]e
You had her [G]every way from Sunday
And on [C]Monday morning [Am]too

You used to [Em]dine out on a [G]dollar
With a [Em]switchblade in your [G]coat
You had your [Em]young mind in the [G]gutter
You had your [C]feet on the gr[Am]ound

[G]See you on the way [D]up (On the way down)
[G]See you on the way [D]down (On the way up)
[G]See you on the way [D]up (On the way)
[C]Do[Am]wn

[G]  Ah [C]ahhh[Am]hhh
[G]  Ah [C]ahhh[Am]hhh

It was poverty that kept you sweet
And dreams that kept you young
The money started rolling in
You stopped having any fun

You used to dine out on a dollar
With a switchblade in your coat
You had your young mind in the gutter
You had your feet on the ground

See you on the way up (On the way down)
See you on the way down (On the way up)
See you on the way up (On the way)
Down

Ah ahhh
Ah ahhh

You used to dine out on a dollar
With a switchblade in your coat
You had your young mind in the gutter
You had your feet on the ground

See you on the way up (On the way down)
See you on the way down (On the way up)
See you on the way up (On the way)
Down

Ah ahhh