D D7 G D
The clubs are all closed and the la-dies are leaving,
E7 A7
There's no-body no-body knows on the street;
D D7 G D
A few strand-ed souls stand-ing cold at the sta-tion,
G D A7 D G7
And no-where to go but to bed and to sleep.
C G
Lord, would you look at you, now that you're here, ain't you
D7 G G7
proud of your peers and the long way you've come?
C G
All a-lone, all the way on your own, who's to say
D7
That you've thrown it away for a song?
G
Boy, you've sure come a long way from home.
D D7 G D
So it's so long to so many so far behind you,
E7 A7
Fair-weather friends that you no longer know;
D D7 G D
You've still got the same lonely songs to remind you
G D A7 D G7
Of someone you seemed to be so long ago.
C G
Lord, would you look at you, now that you're here, ain't you
D7 G G7
proud of your peers and the long way you've come?
C G
All al-one, all the way on your own, who's to say
D7
That you've thrown it away for a song?
G
