| C | E | A | A7 | A | |
| On | ce I lived the li | fe | of a millionaire |
| Dm | A | Dm | |
| Spent all my mo | ney | , just did not care |
| F | F7 | C | C/B | A | |
| Took all my fri | ends out | for a | good ti | me |
| D7 | G7 | |
| Bought bootleg whisky, | champagne and wine |
| Then I began to fall so low |
| Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go |
| If I get my hands on a dollar again |
| I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins, yeah |
| Cause no, no, nobody knows you |
| When you're down and out |
| In your pocket, not one penny |
| 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 |
| D7 | D#7 | E7 | F7 | |
| Nobody knows you |
| F7 | E7 | D#7 | D7 | |
| Nobody knows you |
| G7 | C | F7 | C | G7 | C | |
| Nobody knows you | when you're down and o | ut |
| D#7: x x 1 3 2 3 E7: x x 2 4 3 4 F7: x x 3 5 4 5 |
| F7 (in verses): x x 1 2 1 1 A7: x 0 2 2 2 3 |
| (from Layla, 1970) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |