Tom Waits - Altar boy

^Eb He's an ^Abol' altar boy ^Bbm Lying out the^Eb7re in the street ^Ab He's an ol' ^F7altar boy ^{Bbm7 Eb} Bound up ^Db7in leather and chains ^{Gb7 Cm} That's ^F7why I'm feeling so ^Bbm7blue ^Eb7I'm an old altar ^Abboy ^F7 What about you^Bb?

^Eb7 Now, I can order ^Abin Latin ^F7 Make 'em au ^Bbm7gratin, Joe ^{Eb7 Ab}I'm an old altar boy ^F That's ^Bbm7why I'm so de^Eb7pressed I ^Db7never got the ^Gb7rest of the dream ^Cm7 Just the ritua^F7l Now I^Bbm7'm habitua^Ebl Ma^Abjoring in crim^F7es that are unspea^Bbm7kable ^Eb7 Cause I'm an old alt^Abar boy ^F7 That's what happened^Bbm7 to me

^Eb7 I'm an ^Abold altar boy ^F7 He's ^Bbm7hoping he can meet ^Eb7 a woman dressed li^Dbke a nun ^Gb7He knows there's g^Cm7ot to be some ar^F7ound here ^Bb7Drinking across from th^Eb7e church A ^Ablittle Father Cri^Fbari wine ^Bbm On a Sun^Eb7day morn' ^Abtime

^Db I'm an old ^Gbaltar boy ^Cm Why ^F7is he winking ^Bb7at this time in his life? ^Eb7 He never took a w^Abife, cause he's an ^F7old altar boy ^BbmOh, ye^Ebah... What about ^Abyou?