Eddie Rabbitt - The room at the top of the stairs

Well, I know a ^F#mplace w^Bhere love comes e^Easy And I know a ^F#mwoman w^Aho meets me t^Bhere She takes my ^C#mhand, a^And gently l^Eeads me And we go ^F#mup to the room^B at the top of the s^Etairs I close the ^F#mdoor ^B and she pulls the c^Eurtain When we make ^F#mlove, i^Bt's a private aff^Eair I've been ^F#maround a^Bnd I know for c^Eertain There ain't no ^C#mroom like the room ^Bat the top of the s^Etairs

When^E we climb ^Aup the stairway to ^Eheaven We find ^Alove waiting ^Ethere ^ERight at ^Ahome, oh, just me and my ^C#mbaby The loving's ^F#mgood in the r^Boom at the top of the s^Etairs

When ^Ewe climb ^Aup the stairway to ^Eheaven We find ^Alove waiting ^Ethere ^ERight at home^A, just me and my ^C#mbaby The loving's ^F#mgood in the r^Boom at the top of the s^Etairs

Yeah, I know a ^F#mplace w^Bhere love comes e^Easy And I know a ^F#mwoman w^Aho meets me t^Bhere She takes my ^C#mhand, and g^Aently l^Eeads me And we go ^F#mup to the room ^Bat the top of the s^Etairs 'Cause the loving's ^F#mgood in the r^Boom at the top of the s^Etairs