| C |
| F | G | C | |
| There's a | crooked | street in Houston | town |
| F | G | C | |
| It's a | well born | path I've traveled | down |
| F | G | C | Am | |
| Now there's | ruin in my | name, I wish I | never got off the | train |
| F | G | C | |
| I | wished I'd listened | to the words you | said |
| C | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin Street |
| F | C | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin | Street |
| F | C | Em | Am | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin | Str | eet |
| C | F | |
| You'll be | lost and never | found |
| C | F | |
| You can | never turn | around |
| C | G | |
| Don't go | down |
| G | C | |
| to Fannin | Street |
| F | G | C | |
| Once I | held you in my | arms, I was | sure |
| F | G | C | |
| And I | took that silent | step through the gilded do | or |
| Am | |
| The desire to have much more, all the glitter and the roar |
| F | G | C | |
| Now I | know just | where the sidewalk | ends |
| C | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin Street |
| F | C | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin | Street |
| F | C | Em | Am | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin | Str | eet |
| C | F | |
| You'll be | lost and never | found |
| C | F | |
| You can | never turn | around |
| C | G | C | |
| Don't go | down | to Fannin | Street |
| Dm | G | C | |
| When I was | young I thought | only of getting | out |
| Dm | G | C | |
| I said good | bye to my str | eet, goodbye to my | house |
| Am | |
| Gi | ve a man gin, give a man cards, give an inch he takes a yard |
| F | G | C | |
| And I | rue the day that | I stepped off this | train |
| C | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin Street |
| F | C | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin | Street |
| F | C | Em | Am | |
| Don't go | down to Fannin | Str | eet |
| C | F | |
| You'll be | lost and never | found |
| C | F | |
| You can | never turn | around |
| C | G | C | |
| Don't go | down | to Fannin | Street |