Anais Mitchell - Of a friday night

^BmJust across ^Emfrom the hospital S^Bmtill in sight ^Emof the red lights ^BmA couple blocks ^Emfrom the orthodox church T^Bmhat's where the old ^Empoet lived ^BmIn his eyeglasses ^Emand his necktie ^BmAt the window lo^Emoking down ^BmOn the young men p^Emassing by ^BmOn the fullness ^Emof the town

F^Eull of them g^Dood time ga^Amblers F^Eull of their re^Dstless wiv^Aes F^Eull of them ^Dmidnight w^Ariters ^EOut in the ^Dquarter on a ^AFriday night ^EOut in the b^Drightness of a ^AFriday night

^BmAnd the big horns blowed ^Emand the pianos played ^BmAnd the music r^Emose to the old man's ears ^BmI guess thos^Eme were the olden days ^BmI guess tho^Emse were the golden years

And n^Eow the town is empty E^Dmpty as a mirror E^Ampty as the harbor and the b^Darber's chair ^EWhere did the ^Dold poet go? ^AI asked around ^ENobody know^As ^{D E D A}

^BmMaybe I ^Emcame too early ^BmMaybe I c^Emame too late ^BmI'm waiting in the shadows of th^Eme scaffolds ^BmOf the old cafés where you told me^Em to wait ^BmAnd I've got this l^Emingering feeling ^BmIt's like I've sli^Empped between ^BmFinger of the c^Ementury ^BmI know you know what I^Em mean

I^E'll be a g^Dood time ga^Ambler ^EI'll be a res^Dtless w^Aife ^EI'll be a mid^Dnight wri^Ater ^EOut in the qua^Drter on a Fr^Aiday night C^Eall me g^Dood time ga^Ambler C^Eall me a r^Destless w^Aife C^Eall me a mi^Ddnight w^Ariter ^EOut in the q^Duarter on a F^Ariday night ^EOut in the b^Drightness of a F^Ariday night ^ECall me the br^Dightness of a Fr^Aiday ^E night