Flying Burrito Brothers   Sin City   written by  Gram Parsons
                                                 Chris Hillman

Gram Parsons   vocals/guitar
Chris Hillman  vocals/guitar
Chris Ethridge bass
Sneeky Pete    steel guitar
Jon Corneal    drums

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         Eb                  Bb
This old town is filled with sin
        Eb7          Ab
It will swallow you in
   Eb                       Bb  Bb7
If you've got some money to burn
        Eb         Bb
Take it home right away
Bb         Eb7            Ab
You've got three years to pay
    Eb      Bb7          Eb  Eb7
But Satan is waiting his turn
         Ab                 Bb7             Eb      Eb7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
   Ab              Eb           Bb
It seems like this whole town's insane
       Ab           Bb7     Eb   Eb7    Ab
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
      Eb           Bb7            Eb    Bb
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
    Eb         Bb
The scientists say
        Eb7      Ab
It will all wash away
    Eb                   Bb Bb7
But we don't believe any more
            Eb      Bb
Cause we've got our recruits
        Eb7           Ab
And our green mohair suits
   Eb               Bb7         Eb     Eb7
So please show your I.D. At the door
         Ab                 Bb7             Eb         Eb7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
   Ab              Eb            Bb7
It seems like this whole town's insane
       Ab           Bb7     Eb   Eb7    Ab
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
      Eb           Bb7            Eb    Bb
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain


SOLO  

  Eb          Bb
A friend came around
         Eb7           Ab
Tried to clean up this town
    Eb                     Bb  Bb7
His ideas made some people mad
       Eb          Bb
But he trusted his crowd
      Eb7             Ab
So he spoke right out loud
    Eb                 Bb7         Eb Eb7
And they lost the best friend they had
         Ab                 Bb7             Eb      Eb7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
   Ab              Eb           Bb7
It seems like this whole town's insane
       Ab           Bb7     Eb   Eb7    Ab
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
      Eb           Bb7            Eb  Eb7
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
       Ab           Bb7     Eb   Eb7    Ab
On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door
      Eb           Bb7            Ab  Eb
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain