Passenger - Where the lights hang low

^C There's a ^Gplace I ^Amgo ^F Where the ^Clights hang ^Glow ^E The walls are stale from a ^Cthousand Marlborough lights And the c^Darpet tells a tale of a ^Gthousand Friday nights

^C There's a ^Gman outs^Amide ^F Big black ^Choles for ^Geyes ^E Biting down on ^Cburnt out cigars Plays ^Dforgotten songs on ^Gbroken guitars

^FThere's a ^Gplace I ^Amgo ^FWhere the ^Glights hang ^Clow

^C There's a ^Gplace I've ^Amfound ^F On the ^Cedge of t^Gown ^E Where all the girls dress in ^Cangelic white But ^Dage is so unkind under ^Gflorescent lights

^C And there's a ^Gman by the ^Amdoor ^F Neatly s^Ctitched to the ^Gfloor ^E He's sat there for a^C thousand years ^D And he'll sit there for a^G thousand more

^FThere's a ^Gplace I ^Amgo ^FWhere the ^Glights hang ^Amlow ^FOh there's a^G place I ^Amgo ^FWhere the ^Glights hang ^Clow