Frankie Miller - Drunken nights on the city

I'll ^Ctell you a story about a night on the town, It started off drinking and ^Gfighting. By the time a was through, I'd near worn out my shoes, I had visited every known ^Cdive. All the lights in the alley, Fall dim on the ground, When your trying to see your way ^Fhome. And the all night ladies, In their ^Cperfume so fine, ^GWont leave a poor boy ^Calone.

Well the ^Cpaths of the gambler Are kneeded too thin, When the cards are all spread on the ^Gfloor. The six and the seven, I needed to win, And you cant call the bluff any ^Cmore. So you stand to your feet, And you figure discretly, The best way to pay what you ^Fowe. And she hands you a line, Tells you ^Cthanks for the time, 'You ^Gmight have brought brains to the ^Cshow.'

Drunken ^Fnights on the city, Are ^Cshowing their toes, They'll ^Ftake you for all that you ^Cowe. You ^Fcant judge a book, And you ^Ccant judge a crook, ^GDown where the men, they cant ^Cgo.

By ^Cearly the next morning, I rose up to tight, My eyes were as red as the ^Glight. My pockets were empty, And so was my heart, And i promised to put things ^Cright. So I went to the preacher, I fell on my knees, I asked the preacher, To right all my ^Fwrongs, But he just shook his head, And looked ^Csorry when he said, 'Youve ^Gbeen on the drink far too ^Clong'