| Dm | |
| The tears fall down like whiskey, the tears fall down like wine |
| C | |
| On an island made of cocaine in a sea of turpentine |
| G | |
| We all need some assistance but won't that day be fine |
| C | F | C | |
| When we're | walking down the | streets of para | dise |
| Tar brush on the corner, I've never seen him before |
| He drank ten fingers of what they had, now his feet don't touch the |
| floor |
| He can't see me or this dirty old town, he's got nothing to look for |
| He's a-walking down the streets of paradise |
| F | C | |
| Walking down the streets of par | adise |
| F | C/E | Dm | C | |
| Walking | down the | streets of | paradise |
| I'd trade my silver mansion with a guard on every door |
| I'd trade my wealth and treasure and the sash my father wore |
| I'd trade my little sister and my brother who went before |
| To be walking down the streets of paradise |
| Walking down the streets of paradise |
| Walking down the streets of paradise |
| I asked you for a racehorse, now don't hand me no mule |
| I asked you for a fast car, don't you take me for a fool |
| Just hand me down my telescope and a bullet I can chew |
| I'll be walking down the streets of paradise |
| Walking down the streets of paradise |
| Walking down the streets of paradise |
| FOR SHAME OF DOING WRONG |
| (Intro Chords) |
| E D A E Asus* A (* Asus could also be D/A (no third)) |
| E | D | A | E | A | Asus | A | |
| It seems like a | lifetime | since I | saw | yo | u |
| E | D | A | E | |
| Lover, lover, I've | been a | way too | long |
| A | E | |
| When | I see lovers holding hands and | sighing |
| A | E | |
| I | hang my head for shame of doing | wrong |
| (repeat intro chords) |
| Bus wheels spinning, songbirds singing, break my heart |
| Take me back to old remembered days |
| Remind me of the times we spent together |
| Times before we went our separate ways |
| A | E | |
| I | wish I was a fool for you a | gain |
| A | E | |
| I | wish I was a fool for you a | gain |
| A | E | |
| I | wish I was a fool for you a | gain |
| I'm sorry for the things I've said, the things I've done |
| I'm sorry for the restless thief I've been |
| Please don't make me pay for my deceiving heart |
| Just turn up your lamp and let me in |
| I wish I was a fool for you again |
| I wish I was a fool for you again |
| I wish I was a fool for you again |
| (repeat) |
| (repeat intro chords and end) |
| THE POOR BOY IS TAKEN AWAY |
| C | |
| Gold-haired poor boy, you took him for fun |
| F | G | C | |
| He | dressed for the | tinkering | trade |
| F | G | C | |
| He | dressed for the | tinkering | trade |
| F | C/E | Dm | C | |
| Now the | poor boy is ta | ken | a-w | ay |
| No use waiting like a ghost in a dream |
| The world has no comfort to bring |
| The world has no comfort to bring |
| He left you to get everything |
| No use standing, waving adieu |
| The penny won't drop in your mind |
| The penny won't drop in your mind |
| The old flame's left you behind |
| No use crying in a room full of memories |
| You never will find yesterday |
| You never will find yesterday |
| And the poor boy is taken away |
| NIGHT COMES IN |
| A7sus | Em | |
| Night comes in, like some cool | river |
| D | C | A7sus | |
| How can there | be, | be another | day? |
| A7sus | Em | |
| Take my hand, oh real com | panion |
| D | C | A7sus | |
| And we'll | dance, | dance till we fade a | way |
| Oh, the sands pour down like silver |
| They can only, only break my heart |
| Drink the wine, the wine of lovers |
| Lovers tired of being apart |
| F#m | A | |
| Dancing till my feet don't touch the | ground |
| F#m | G | |
| I lose my mind and | dance forever |
| F#m | G | |
| Lose my mind and | dance forever |
| C | D | |
| Turn my world a | round |
| C | D | |
| Turn my world a | round |
| E(m | C | D | A7sus |
| Oh, this night is like no other |
| And this room is ringing in my ears |
| And these friends will never leave me |
| And these tears are like no other tears |
| Dancing till my feet don't touch the ground |
| I lose my mind and dance forever |
| Lose my mind and dance forever |
| Turn my world around |
| Turn my world around |
| JET PLANE IN A ROCKING CHAIR |
| Jet plane in a rocking chair |
| Roller coaster roll nowhere |
| Deaf and dumb ?or dance it there? |
| I'll change this heart of mine |
| This time, this time |
| Sea cruise in a diving bell |
| Run a mile in a wishing well |
| ?Soft soap? and nothing to sell |
| I'll change this heart of mine |
| This time, this time |
| Here comes the real thing |
| I've been waiting for so long, for so long |
| I've been looking for a love like you |
| Crossed line on a telephone |
| Crossed lies on a . . . |
| Crossed fingers and head for home |
| I'll change this heart of mine |
| This time, this time |
| They sink in a feather bed |
| ?Got cool when you're stoned and dead? |
| I'm a fool with a size one head |
| I'll change this heart of mine |
| This time, this time |
| Here comes the real thing |
| I've been waiting for so long, for so long |
| I've been looking for a love like you |
| Jet plane in a rocking chair |
| Roller coaster roll nowhere |
| Deaf and dumb ?or dance it there? |
| I'll change this heart of mine |
| This time, this time |
| This time, this time |
| This time, this time |
| BEAT THE RETREAT |
| Beat my retreat, back home to you |
| Beat my retreat, back home to you |
| I'm burning all my bridges |
| I'm burning all my bridges |
| I'm burning all my bridges |
| I'm running back home to you |
| Trailing my colours, back home to you |
| Trailing my colours, back home to you |
| This world is filled with sadness |
| This world is filled with sadness |
| This world is filled with sadness |
| I'm running back home to you |
| Follow the drum, back home to you |
| Follow the drum, back home to you |
| There was no sense in my leaving |
| There was no sense in my leaving |
| There was no sense in my leaving |
| I'm running back home to you |
| HARD LUCK STORIES |
| They say running into you is like running into trouble |
| Bend my ear and I see double |
| You're everybody's idea of a waste of time |
| You still come around 'cause I used to listen |
| I run a steamship, I don't run a mission |
| Don't be mistaken in thinking you're a friend of mine |
| (Chorus) |
| Those hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you |
| Hard luck stories, you're gonna drive me out of my mind |
| Those hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you |
| Hard luck stories, you're gonna drive me out of my mind |
| Well, cops won't give you change of a penny |
| Everybody's got money but you haven't any |
| If I cared about you I'd say it was a crying shame |
| Your wife ran away, left you on a Sunday |
| She cried when she left, she was laughing on Monday |
| She should have known better and never gone and changed the name |
| (Chorus) |
| Why don't you grow up, why don't you settle down? |
| Why don't you get a job, why don't you leave town? |
| Even a chicken has to do what it has to do |
| You don't like one thing, you don't like another |
| You don't like anything that looks like bother |
| Everyone don't like something and we all don't like you |
| (Chorus) |
| DIMMING OF THE DAY/DARGAI |
| C | G | |
| This old house is falling down around my | ears |
| F | C | G | |
| I'm drowning in the | river of my | tears |
| C | G | |
| When all my will is gone, you hold me | sway |
| F | C | G | C | |
| I need you at the | dimming | of the | day |
| G | D | |
| You | pull me like the moon pulls on the | tide |
| G | D | |
| You | know just where I keep my better | side? |
| G | C | F |
| What days have come to keep us far apart? |
| A broken promise or a broken heart |
| Now all the bonny birds have wheeled away |
| I need you at the dimming of the day |
| Come the night, you're only what I want |
| Come the night, you could be my confidant |
| I see you on the street in company |
| Why don't you come and ease your mind with me? |
| I'm living for the night we steal away |
| I need you at the dimming of the day |
| I need you at the dimming of the day |