| G | |
| Ah, we're drinking and we're dancing |
| and the band is really happening |
| Em | |
| and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high, |
| Bm | |
| And my very sweet companion, |
| she's the Angel of Compassion |
| Em | |
| and she's rubbing half the world against her thigh. |
| C | |
| And every drinker, every dancer |
| lifts a happy face to thank her |
| G | B7 | Em | |
| and the f | iddler fiddles s | omething so sub | lime |
| D | |
| all the w | omen tear their blouses off |
| the men they dance on the polka dots |
| C | |
| and it's p | artner found and it's partner lost |
| and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops |
| G | |
| it's C | losing Time |
| C | |
| Yeah, the w | omen tear their blouses off |
| the men they dance on the polka dots |
| G | B7 | |
| and it's p | artner found and it's p | artner lost |
| Em | C | |
| and it's | hell to pay when the f | iddler stops |
| G | D | |
| it's Cl | osing Time |
| G | |
| We're l | onely, we're romantic |
| and the cider's laced with acid |
| Em | |
| and the | Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" |
| Bm | |
| And the | moon is swimming naked |
| and the summer night is fragrant |
| Em | |
| with a | mighty expectation of relief |
| C | |
| So we s | truggle and we stagger |
| down the snakes and up the ladder |
| G | B7 | Em | |
| to the t | ower where the bl | essed hours ch | ime |
| D | |
| and I sw | ear it happened just like this: |
| a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss |
| C | |
| the G | ates of Love they budged an inch |
| I can't say much has happened since |
| G | |
| but Cl | osing Time |
| C | |
| I s | wear it happned just like this: |
| a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss |
| G | B7 | |
| the G | ates of Love they b | udged an inch |
| Em | C | |
| I c | an't say much has h | appened since |
| (can't say much has happened since, can't say much has happened since) |
| G | D | |
| but Cl | osing Time, Cl | osing Time |
| Em | |
| I l | oved you for your beauty |
| but that doesn't make a fool of me |
| Bm | |
| you were in it for your beauty too |
| Em | |
| and I l | oved you for your body |
| there's a voice that sounds like God to me |
| A | A7 | |
| decl | aring (declaring) decla | ring (declaring) |
| D | |
| decl | aring that you're body's really you (really really really really) |
| C | |
| I loved you when our love was blessed |
| I love you now there's nothing left |
| G | B7 | Em | |
| but s | orrow and a s | ense of overt | ime |
| D | |
| and I m | iss you since the place got wrecked |
| but I just don't care what happens next |
| C | |
| l | ooks like freedom but it feels like death |
| it's something in between, I guess |
| G | |
| it's Cl | osing Time |
| C | |
| Yeah. I m | iss you since the place got wrecked |
| by the winds of change and the weeds of sex |
| G | B7 | |
| lo | oks like freedom but it f | eels like death |
| Em | C | |
| it's so | mething in betwe | en, I guess |
| G | D | |
| it's Clo | sing Time |
| G | |
| Yeah, we're dr | inking and we're dancing |
| but there's nothing really happening and |
| Em | |
| The p | lace is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night |
| Bm | |
| And my v | ery close companion |
| gets me fumbling gets me laughing |
| Em | |
| she's a | hundred but she's wearing something tight |
| C | |
| And I l | ift my glass to the Awful Truth |
| which you can't reveal to the ears of youth |
| G | B7 | Em | |
| exc | ept to say it | isn't worth a | dime |
| D | |
| And the wh | ole damn place goes crazy twice |
| and it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ |
| C | |
| but the B | oss don't like these dizzy heights |
| we're busted in the blinding lights |
| G | |
| of Cl | osing Time |
| C | |
| The wh | ole damn place goes crazy twice |
| and it's once for the Devil and it's once for Christ |
| G | B7 | |
| but the B | oss don't like these d | izzy heights |
| Em | C | |
| we're b | usted in the bl | inding lights |
| (busted in the blinding lights) |
| busted in the blinding lights |
| G | D | |
| of Cl | osing Time, Cl | osing Time |
| G | |
| Oh, the w | omen tear their blouses off |
| D | |
| and the men they dance on the polka dots, it's Cl | osing Time |
| G | |
| And it's p | artner found, and it's partner lost |
| and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops |
| D | |
| it's C | losing Time |
| G | |
| I sw | ear it happned just like this: |
| D | |
| A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss, it's Cl | osing Time |
| G | |
| The g | ates of love they budged an inch |
| D | |
| I can't say much has happened since but C | losing Time |
| G | |
| I l | oved you when our love was blessed |
| D | |
| I love you now, there's nothing left but Cl | osing Time |
| G | |
| And I m | issed you since our place gor wrecked |
| D | |
| by the winds of change and the weeds of sex, it's Cl | osing Time |
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| The above is solely MY INTERPRETATION of this great song, in a format aimed at learning guitarists. |
| No attempt has been made to copy or reproduce the artist's or publisher's sheet music for the song, |
| if such exists. |
| It can be used for INFORMATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY. To play the song as it should be played, you should |
| purchase the official sheetmusic for the song. You should also purchase and listen to the song to learn |
| the rhythm and timing of the song - this is essential if you wish to play the song with any degree of accuracy |
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