Sailor - Quay hotel

^DmThe sun was down, the mist was high ^DmI just kissed my love goodbye ^AmShe was off to chase a will ^DmFrom an uncle in west Brazil

^DmSo there I was, all alone ^DmAnother week away from home ^AmWalking down some foggy street ^DmLooking out for a place to sleep

^CBut a sound through the wind was carried ^Fwell (oh so ^Amwell) ^Gm The ^C#7squeaking sign of Quay Ho^Atel ^Dm

^DmWell the lights were dim, the lifts were slow ^DmStill people, they come and go ^AmFull of whispers and shady deals ^DmPouring out over greasy meals

^DmThen evening came, and songs would flow ^DmFrom the lady at 'le grande piano' ^AmBut the voice of Lilli-Ann ^DmSounds suspiciously like a man

^CFunny how I never heard those ^Fsongs (all those ^Amsongs) ^A7 But they knew them well - in Quay Ho^Dmtel

^DmWell the song and dance went raving on ^DmBut I kept feeling there was something wrong ^AmFor the look on every face ^DmPut a gloom on this eerie place

^DmNervously they seemed to wait ^DmFor some dramatic unknown fate ^AmThey seemed to know their every stand ^DmLike a spring-winding monkey band

^DmI ran up to the door and tried to turn the keys ^DmBut a porter said, 'This way, please ^AmRetire to your room ^DmFor your turn will be coming soon.'

^CAnd the night began to feel so ^Flong (oh so ^Amlong) ^A7 I didn't sleep so well - in Quay Hot^Dmel

^DmI knew I was a mistaken face ^DmIn this macabre waiting place ^AmFor the guests of this Hotel ^DmAre checked in by the tolling bell ^CFor I awoke in the same old foggy ^Fstreet ^{Am A7} Without a trace in hell - of Quay Ho^Dmtel