| G | B | E7 | |
| On | ce I lived the li | fe | of a millionaire |
| Am | E7 | Am | |
| Spent all my mo | ney, just | did not care |
| C | C7 | G | F# | G | |
| Took all my fri | ends out | for a | good ti | me |
| A7 | D7 | |
| Bought bootleg whisky, | champagne and wine |
| G | B | E7 | |
| Then I bega | n to fall so | low |
| Am | E7 | Am | |
| Lost all my good | friends, I | did not have nowhere to go |
| C | C7 | G | F# | G | |
| If I get my hands | on a dol | lar ag | ain |
| A7 | D7 | |
| I'm gonna hang on to it till | that eagle grins, yeah |
| G | B | E7 | |
| Cause no | , no, no | body knows | you |
| Am | E7 | Am | |
| When | you're down | and out |
| C | C7 | G | F# | G | |
| In your pocket, | not one | pen | ny |
| A7 | D7 | |
| And as | for friends, you don't | have any |
| When you finally get back up on your feet again |
| Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend |
| Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt |
| Nobody knows you when you're down and out |
| When you finally get back upon your feet again, |
| Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend |
| Said it's mighty strange |
| A7 | Bb7 | B7 | C7 | |
| Nobody | know | s you |
| C7 | B7 | Bb7 | A7 | |
| Nobody knows you |
| D7 | G | D7 | G | D7 | G | |
| Nobody knows you | when you're down and o | ut |
| Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out |
| (Eric Clapton Unplugged) |
| Transcribed by Enrico.bonansea@gmail.com |