Stan Rogers - Evangeline

^D It's feeling like a ^Gwasted night, ^F#m The piano's dead, the d^Arummer's tight^A#dim7 The ^Bmsong's gone ^Acold^{G Em} but no-one ^Aseems to mind, E^Gvangeline ^AI'll try again sometime^D. ^{A D} I've heard it from a ^Gfriend or two, ^F#m They say they like the ^Athings I ^A#dim7do, But ^Bmfriends are seld^Aom m^Gore^Em than c^Aompany, E^Gvangeline, yo^Au're what a friend should be.^D

^Em Freedom friend you've ^Afound me, Now ^Dlove is a^D/C#ll aro^Bmund me. ^B Imagine my surpr^Emise, imagine my^D/A surprise.^A

^D The city streets are ^Gno place to hide, ^F#m And failure loves me l^Aike a bride,^A#dim7 But ^Bmpoints her fin^Ager ^Gnow^Em to someone n^Aew, So, E^Gvangeline, I^A'm coming home to you.^D

^Em Freedom friend you've ^Afound me, Now ^Dlove is a^D/C#ll aro^Bmund me. ^B Imagine my surpr^Emise, imagine ^D/Amy surprise.^A

^D It's feeling like a ^Gwasted night, ^F#m The piano's dead, the d^Arummer's tight^A#dim7 The ^Bmsong's gone ^Acol^Gd ^Em but no-one ^Aseems to mind, E^Em7vangeline I'll tr^Ay again some^Dtime. A#7/D D e|-4------5----| B|-3------7----| G|-3------7----| D|-0------0----| A|-x------x----| E|-x------x----|