E5                                    C#5  /B5
Well, I could sit here and I could think
E5                             C#5   /B5
'Bout the things that I ain't got
E5                           C#5    /B5
So don't mind me if I hesitate
E5                             C#5     /B5
Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot
    
                      
A5                            Ab5
I might come in here with a pocket full of money
F#5                                      B5
And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket
A5                   Ab5  
But either way that don't make me happy
F#5                                  B5
And all I have is this picture in a locket

E5                                     C#5
So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar
E5                                        C#5
I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
A5                      Ab5        
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
F#5                      B5
And he says, "No", he says, "No"

A5                                        Ab5
There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle
F#5                                   B5
"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"

E5 C#5
E5 C#5

Well I could sit here and I could pine
For your love to be as strong as mine
But instead I'll keep the peace
Sit here lonesome, sitting in my grief

And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture
Even in my head I know I'd still remember
Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50
And I drop it down at the place when we feel empty

Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar
Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars
And I ask him if it's gonna get any better
He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"

There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle
"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"

Well, I woke up in the morning
And the world was white as snow
Is it heaven or hell, which place did I go