Frankie Miller - Drunken Nights On The City www.frankiemiller.net 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.