Frankie Miller - Drunken Nights On The City
 
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Written for the late, great, Jimmy Johnstone.

From the Album,'The Rock'.

Verse1:
     C (x32010@1)                                       
I'll tell you a story about a night on the town,
                            GIt (320003@1)started off drinking and fighting.
By the time a was through,
I'd near worn out my shoes,
                          CI (x32010@1)had visited every known dive.
All the lights in the alley,
Fall dim on the ground,  
                                 FWhen (133211@1)your trying to see your way home.
And the all night ladies,
         CIn (x32010@1)their perfume so fine,
G (320003@1)                   CWont (x32010@1)leave a poor boy alone.

Break: C / F / C Cadd9 C //

Verse 2:
         C (x32010@1)Well the paths of the gambler
Are kneeded too thin,
                                     GWhen (320003@1)the cards are all spread on the floor.
The six and the seven,
I needed to win,
                                CAnd (x32010@1)you cant call the bluff any more.
So you stand to your feet,
And you figure discretly,
                             FThe (133211@1)best way to pay what you owe.
And she hands you a line,
          CTells (x32010@1)you thanks for the time,
     G (320003@1)                              C'You (x32010@1)might have brought brains to the show.'

Chorus:
        FDrunken (133211@1)nights on the city,
    CAre (x32010@1)showing their toes,
        F (133211@1)                       CThey'll (x32010@1)take you for all that you owe.
    FYou (133211@1)cant judge a book,
        CAnd (x32010@1)you cant judge a crook,
G (320003@1)                           CDown (x32010@1)where the men, they cant go.

Break: C / F / C Cadd9 C //

Verse 3:
   CBy (x32010@1)early the next morning,
I rose up to tight,
                           GMy (320003@1)eyes were as red as the light.
My pockets were empty,
And so was my heart,
                             CAnd (x32010@1)i promised to put things right.
So I went to the preacher,
I fell on my knees,
I asked the preacher,
                FTo (133211@1)right all my wrongs,
But he just shook his head,
           CAnd (x32010@1)looked sorry when he said,
       G (320003@1)                       C'Youve (x32010@1)been on the drink far too long'

Chorus x2 - fade.