Key: B major
Verse 1
G
I'm worn out and
I'm starving darling,
please hand me a frill
The labour kills but it's the morals
that they tend to drill
nine, twenty -four
I don't expect much more.
C
G
I'm dy ing on my pride.
I promised her the purest gold.
There's nowhere I can hide.
Besides, the dawn is crawling
to where the shadows do reside.
-looking sycophants
into the stage lights
C
G
and the long hours I burn at night
C
D
I know it and I love it sometimes
C
G
but darlin' that ain't me, no
I may be done with being
Dylan,
Leonard Cohen, Patti Smith
Don't ask me about the future,
I couldn't give two pints of piss
I just punched the Pope
for a long day on the dope
C
G
during our pitiful affair
C
G
but darlin', I don't care
I'm at the service to the madmen,
team maker to the king
I did it for the money made,
there's no way I can win
ideas can go to hell
Quasimodos run the bell
C
G
and they can't even spell
C
D
I know it and I love it sometimes
C
G
but darling that ain't me, no
I've just come from the bank, son,
and trust me, good
I'd be better off a vandal
or a two -bit toothless crook
miss the money that I blow
well, that's just the way things go
C
G
And then you must do your own show
Tell me what your poison is
I'll top it up for free
You see I'm the type of philistine
Who will read the woes of thee
That's set in the empty bars
And the headlights of the cars
C
G
Which is famous for a crash
C
D
I know it and I love it sometimes
C
G
Bb
C
Bb
But darling, that ain't me, no
G
You
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsG C D Bb
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