• Song:

    Every Funking City

  • Artist:

    Paul Kelly

G5
We argued on the Channel train to Paris
    D5
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again
           C5
But by the time that we got down to Leon everything 
           G5                              D5
I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain

   G5
We split up for a while in Barcelona
   D5
We met up six days later in Madrid
      C5
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better 
          G5                      D5
And for a little while it almost did

C5
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen
        G5
And I'm trying hard to forget your name
       F5
So I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cer-vesa 
D5                                 G5 
And every fucking city feels the same

G5
You said to call you when I got to London
  D5
A French girl told me that you'd left a note
          C5  
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny 
      G5                      D5
So we ended up drinking in Soho

G5
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin
       D5
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar
            C5 
And all the bright young things were 

throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
    G5                              D5
And once I thought I saw you from afar

C5  
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki
          G5
And there playing La Vida Loca once again
      F5      
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap, but I'm a chance here
D5                                  G5 
And every fucking city sounds the same

A5
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam
   E5
An email from you said you'd gone to Rome
      D5 
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low
       A5                                E5
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone

     A5
So I headed North until I got to Hamburg
  E5
A chilly city suits a troubled soul
           D5 
And on the Reeperbahn, I payed a woman far to much
           A5                              E5
to kick me out before I'd even reached my goal

D5 
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm 
        A5 
And the waiter here wants me to know his name
    G5
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages
E5                                 A5
But every fucking city looks the same
       G5                                                  E5 
Arriverderci, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Hasta la Vista, baby
E5                              A5    
Every fucking city's just the same
Show more