| F | 133211 | |
| Bb | (x13331) |
| x = Mute string |
| Intro: |
| G | D | G |
| Verse 1: |
| C | Em | |
| It | must be hard | ringing the bells |
| G | D | C | |
| Of | doors that don't swing | wide any | more |
| Em | |
| It must be hard | hearing the sound |
| G | D | C | |
| Of | voices just in | side of the | door |
| Chorus 1: |
| C | Em | Am | |
| A | man who couldn't | hold your | coat |
| C | Em | Am | |
| Who's | hung on every | anic | dote |
| G | D | Em | |
| So it | must be hard | watching the fellows | gloat |
| C | |
| Ballan | tines |
| Verse 2: |
| C | Em | G | |
| It | must be hard | seeing the same old | crowd |
| D | C | |
| Just pass you | by in the | street |
| Em | |
| It must be tough k | nowing your stuff |
| G | D | C | |
| Could | only horri | fy the e | lite |
| Chorus 2: |
| C | Em | Am | |
| You | cut off every | one you | know |
| C | Em | Am | |
| Boy you tell `em all | where to | go |
| G | D | Em | |
| Now it | must be hard g | etting the same hea | ve-ho |
| C | |
| Ballan | tines |
| Bridge: |
| F | C | |
| Well, | patrons at the bar in | Lexington Kentucky |
| F | C | |
| Who | sprung for every drink you | downed |
| F | C | |
| With | things the way they are it's | not that kind of party |
| Bb | Am | |
| If | what you've got might just be | good |
| Solo: (Do do do...) |
| C Em Am (x3) |
| F | D |
| Chorus 3: |
| C | Em | Am | |
| And | fuck-ups won't be | getting | thin |
| C | Em | Am | |
| Seeing the kind of | jam you're | in |
| G | D | Em | |
| Though the | angels dance on the | head of another | pin |
| C | Am | |
| Ballan | tines |
| C | Am | |
| Ballan | tines |
| G | D | Em | |
| Ballant | -i- | i- | ines |
| End with: |
| G | D | G |