Hi! I really like this song and I noticed that there aren't any chords or
lyrics for it anywhere so I tried to do it myself. I'm not native english
speaker so i didn't quite get all the lyrics so I would very much appreciate
if you could post your versions up. Not sure about the chords either but
sounds just fine to me.


Jon Lawler (Fratelli) - Frisco Skyline

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Last night i had this dream
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I was a king and you was a queen
F
I (???)
F
He came by in stolen (???)
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He said I'll meet you where the golden bridge
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paints the frisco skyline ridge

And when my eyes adjusted to
the neon flashing headlights
I was shot down like a rebel soul
in revolution country
My dreams and foughts are broken
by the lighting striking down

Are you shot along the freeway
playing jazz and singing big band
like a ghetto system diamonds
on the feed and on the wedding band
no man (??) could touch you
You were about thousand miles gone

And the big ships' sound that wantings
of your majesty are coming
to (??) of the rich girl land
shameless in the gutter
When the clown waits an IT girl
in high society ball

By the subway station hall
in hands and playing blackjack
he was stealing cigarettes
and singing songs about propaganda
three millions miles above
everybody down below

And a cops were chasing robbers
to ligimite clubs and sad streets
see the darks of surrender
and (??) museum
well come and got busted
as who all as I shot down

And still I see this lady
Changing guys with (??)
with a sound of (??)
John Coltrane and Woody Guthrie
Tell it like it is
to all the sailors on the bridge

What a licence in the truism
beck to lies before you know it
and the guy with the shutter time
he sais boss hope she dont blow it
and children of democracy
they all hit a bar and chain

Some standing on the corner
drinking gum and chewing coffee
chanting things like (??) peace now
with a queen before they shoot me
And Im rolling on the waves
doing that five cat race

And then I'd waken up
and I see how visions help me
by the color of my eyes
and the shirt upon my bag
and I'm crossed out drinking frisco rum
in the land of a free men