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Frankie Miller - Drunken Nights On The City
www.frankiemiller.net
Written for the late, great, Jimmy Johnstone.
From the Album,'The Rock'.
Verse1:
C
I'll tell you a story about a night on the town,
G
It started off drinking and fighting.
By the time a was through,
I'd near worn out my shoes,
C
I had visited every known dive.
All the lights in the alley,
Fall dim on the ground,
F
When your trying to see your way home.
And the all night ladies,
C
In their perfume so fine,
G C
Wont leave a poor boy alone.
Break: C / F / C Cadd9 C //
Verse 2:
C
Well the paths of the gambler
Are kneeded too thin,
G
When the cards are all spread on the floor.
The six and the seven,
I needed to win,
C
And you cant call the bluff any more.
So you stand to your feet,
And you figure discretly,
F
The best way to pay what you owe.
And she hands you a line,
C
Tells you thanks for the time,
G C
'You might have brought brains to the show.'
Chorus:
F
Drunken nights on the city,
C
Are showing their toes,
F C
They'll take you for all that you owe.
F
You cant judge a book,
C
And you cant judge a crook,
G C
Down where the men, they cant go.
Break: C / F / C Cadd9 C //
Verse 3:
C
By early the next morning,
I rose up to tight,
G
My eyes were as red as the light.
My pockets were empty,
And so was my heart,
C
And i promised to put things right.
So I went to the preacher,
I fell on my knees,
I asked the preacher,
F
To right all my wrongs,
But he just shook his head,
C
And looked sorry when he said,
G C
'Youve been on the drink far too long'
Chorus x2 - fade.
www.frankiemiller.net
Written for the late, great, Jimmy Johnstone.
From the Album,'The Rock'.
Verse1:
C
I'll tell you a story about a night on the town,
G
It started off drinking and fighting.
By the time a was through,
I'd near worn out my shoes,
C
I had visited every known dive.
All the lights in the alley,
Fall dim on the ground,
F
When your trying to see your way home.
And the all night ladies,
C
In their perfume so fine,
G C
Wont leave a poor boy alone.
Break: C / F / C Cadd9 C //
Verse 2:
C
Well the paths of the gambler
Are kneeded too thin,
G
When the cards are all spread on the floor.
The six and the seven,
I needed to win,
C
And you cant call the bluff any more.
So you stand to your feet,
And you figure discretly,
F
The best way to pay what you owe.
And she hands you a line,
C
Tells you thanks for the time,
G C
'You might have brought brains to the show.'
Chorus:
F
Drunken nights on the city,
C
Are showing their toes,
F C
They'll take you for all that you owe.
F
You cant judge a book,
C
And you cant judge a crook,
G C
Down where the men, they cant go.
Break: C / F / C Cadd9 C //
Verse 3:
C
By early the next morning,
I rose up to tight,
G
My eyes were as red as the light.
My pockets were empty,
And so was my heart,
C
And i promised to put things right.
So I went to the preacher,
I fell on my knees,
I asked the preacher,
F
To right all my wrongs,
But he just shook his head,
C
And looked sorry when he said,
G C
'Youve been on the drink far too long'
Chorus x2 - fade.
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