These Cold Fingers
Bill Morrissey
From "Standing Eight"

 * Capo 1 Play like D-F#m7-G-Em-A

[D]Gina left town 
with the [Fm7]first snow of the year,
He [G]drove her to the airport in his [Em]Ford.

And he [D]tried to propose 
as he [Fm7]ordered one more beer,
But the [G]P.A. drowned his words, 
and it was [Em]time for her to [A]board.

[D]So he walked her to the gate, 
he took his [Fm7] hat off as he kissed her,
He needed [G]one more drink
to take the [Em]chill out of his [A] soul.

He [D]said a quick good-bye 
then spent two [Fm7]hours in the bar,
[G]Finally paid his tab 
and kept a [Em]dollar for the [A]toll.

 CHORUS
[G] Everything [A] slips through [D] these cold [Bm] fingers,
[A] Like [G] trying to hold water, [A] trying to hold sand.
Close your [G] eyes and make a [A] wish and [D] listen to the [Bm] singer,
[A] One more [G] round bartender, pour a [A] double if you [D] can. [A7]

It's [D]four O'clock 
and the [Fm7]sun's gone down the drain.
[G]It's still late Winter, 
but they [Em] say it's early [A] Spring.

[D]Lewis reads the gas-pumps, 
[Fm7]Rossi counts the oils,
[G]But me, I'm done 
so punch the clock and [Em]"See you in the [A] morning".

There's [D]nothing back at home 
that aint gone[Fm7] greasy from the stove.
I [G] never laughed so hard 
as when that old[Em] typewriter [A] broke.

[D]Think I'll stop along the River Road 
for a [Fm7]half-pint and some beer,
When [G]everything would be okay 
if those old [Em]dreams would dis [A] appear.

Repeat Chorus 
[G] Everything [A] slips through [D] these cold [Bm] fingers,
[A] Like [G] trying to hold water, [A] trying to hold sand.
Close your [G] eyes and make a [A] wish and [D] listen to the [Bm] singer,
[A] One more [G] round bartender, pour a [A] double if you [D] can. [A7]

The [D]dog can't move no more, 
surprised he [Fm7]made it till the Spring,
His [G]pain won't go away 
and the [Em] pills don't do a [A] thing.

[D]You've known that old hound longer 
than you've [Fm7]known any of your friends,
And no [G]matter how you let him down, 
he'll always [Em] take you back [A] again.

So it's [D] one tall glass of whiskey, 
one last [Fm7]drink for old-times sake,
The [G]dog just lays in bed 
and watches [Em] every move you [A] make.

[D]Wrap him in his blanket, 
hold him [Fm7]once more close to you,
Lead him [G] out behind the barn 
with a [Em] borrowed twenty [A] two.

Repeat Chorus
[G] Everything [A] slips through [D] these cold [Bm] fingers,
[A] Like [G] trying to hold water, [A] trying to hold sand.
Close your [G] eyes and make a [A] wish and [D] listen to the [Bm] singer,
[A] One more [G] round bartender, pour a [A] double if you [D] can. [A7]

 EADGBE