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CBack in the old folky dayFs AmThe air was maEmgic when we playDed CThe river boat was rocking in the raFin AmMidnight was the tEmime for the raDid GOh Isabella Proud Isabella AmThey tore you down and plowed you under BmYou're only real with your makeCup on GHow could I see yoDu and stay too long
CAll along the Navaho TraiFl Amburnouts stub their Emtoes on garbage paiDls CWaitresses crying in the raFin AmWill their boyfriendsEm pass this way agaiDn GOh Mother Goose she's on the skids Amthe shoe ain't happy neither are the kids BmShe needs someone that sheC can scream at GAnd I'm such at heel Dfor making her so bad
CI guess I'll call it sickness gonFe AmIt's hard to say the Emmeaning to this soDng CAn ambulance can only go so fasFt AmIt's easy to get Emburied in the pasDt CWhen you try to make a good thing lFast Am Em D
GI saw today in the entertainment section AmThere's room at the top for private detection BmTo Mom and Dad Cthis just doesn't matter GBut it's either that Dor pay off the kidnappers CSo all you critics sit alonFe AmYou're no better than Emme for what you've shown D CWith your stomach pump and your hook and ladder Fdreams AmWe could get togethEmer for some sceneDs
GWell I'm up in T O keepin' jive alive Amand out on the corner it's half past five BmBut the subways are empty Cand so are the cafes GExcept for the Farmer's Market Dand I can still hear him sayin' CYou're all just pissin' in the windF AmYou don't know Emit but you are D CAnd there ain't nothing like a Ffriend AmWho can tell you you're just Empissin' in the wDind
GI never knew a man could tell so many lies Amhe had a different story for every set of eyes BmHow can he remember Cwho he's talking to GCause I know it ain't me Dand I hope it isn't you G(hold)