DEACON BLUES

My This is the (F6)day a of the ex (G)pand ing (F13)man.

That shape is my (F6)shade, the there where I (G)used to (D13)stand.

It seems like on ly yes ter day I gazed through the glass

at (E7)ram blers,

wild (B7)gam blers.

That’s (B)all in the (E7)past.

You call me a (F13)fool.

per You say it’s a (G)cra zy (F13)scheme.

Make This one’s for (F13)real.

I al read y (Gmaj7)bought the (A13)dream.

So use less to ask me why.

Throw a kiss and say good bye.

I’ll make it this time.

I’m read y to (F)cross that fine line.

I’ll learn to work the (Em7)sax o phone.

(I) I’ll play just what I feel.

(Bbmaj7)Drink Scotch whis key (Am)all night (Em)long,

and (C)die be (Fmaj9)hind the wheel.

They got a name for the (Em7)win ners in the world.

(I) I want a name when I lose.

They (Bbmaj7)call Al a bam a the (Am)Crim son (Em)Tide.

(Cmaj9)Call me (Fmaj9)Dea con Blues.

(Dea con Blues.)

My back to the (F6)wall, a vic tim of (G)laugh ing (F13)chance.

That This is for (F6)me, the es sence of (G)true ro (D13)mance.

Shar ing the thing we know and love with those of my kind.

Li (E7)ba tions,

sen (B7)sa tions,

that (B)stag ger the (E7)mind.

I crawl like a (F13)night per You through the sub (G)ur ban (F13)streets.

I love to these (F13)wom en, lan guid and (Gmaj7)bit ter (A13)sweet.

I’ll rise when the sun goes down,

cov er ev ’ry game in town.

A world of my own.

I’ll make it my (F)home sweet home.

line.

I’ll learn to work the (Em7)sax o phone.

(I) I’ll play just what I feel.

(Bbmaj7)Drink Scotch whis key (Am)all night (Em)long,

and (C)die be (Fmaj9)hind the wheel.