End of the Day Lucy Kaplansky Lucy Kaplansky End Of the Day [Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [F] [Gm] [Eb] [Bb] [F] [Gm]I use to hear him sing in a Bleeker Street bar On that [Bb]tiny stage with a borrowed guitar [F]His voice cutting thru like a speeding car [Eb]Tearin thru the deals of the brokers at the bar They [Gm]sold everything for a Wall Street wage [Bb]A rich man's money is a rich man's cage [F]Pockets full of gold and a dead man's face There was [Eb]life in those eyes though there's not a trace How mu (allcountrytabs.com)
