Stu Larsen - King street

^D I'm w^G/Bandering these ^G/Ccity streets ^D There's nothing ^G/Bhere for me ^{G/C D}All I see is pe^G/Bople running r^G/Cound ^DBuying s^G/Bhit they don't n^G/Ceed

^DThere's a m^G/Ban begging down on K^G/Cing Street ^DAnd he g^G/Brabs me by the w^G/Crist He say^Ds 'Son, you k^G/Bnow what the biggest ki^G/Cller in this world is?' It's n^Dot money, ^G/Bnot drugs, ^G/Cnot guns He said it's lo^Dneliness ^{G/B G/C} And it's ki^Dlling me ^{G/B G/C} Oh this l^Doneliness ^{G/B G/C} It's bringing me d^Down ^{G/B G/C}

And he'll s^Am7leep where the darkness falls He w^Con't get no curtain calls And he's o^Gnly got one pair of sh^Does But he's ^Am7got more serenity Than the r^Cest of humanity They've been tr^Gicked into waiting in q^Dueues And his fa^Am7ther is dying He's got s^Comething inside of him It m^Gakes him feel more wrong than r^Dight And his m^Am7other'd be lying If she sa^Cid she weren't crying Hers^Gelf to sleep every ni^Dght.. ^{D G/B G/C} Every night

He s^Dees a woman w^G/Baiting at the s^G/Ctation steps ^D Her convers^G/Bation fills the ^G/Cair ^D She's telling the w^G/Borld about the tr^G/Couble she's seen ^D But ^G/Bno one can h^G/Cear

^D He wanders^G/B in to a c^G/Church with it's doors wide open ^D He's welcomed^G/B in with a half h^G/Cearted smile ^D Some guy t^G/Bells him he's f^G/Cound all the answers To things^D like money and d^G/Brugs and ^G/Cguns Old man says 'What ab^Dout this lo^G/Bnelines^G/Cs?' Cos it's killing m^De ^{G/B G/C} Oh this l^Doneliness ^{G/B G/C} It's bringing me d^Down ^{G/B G/C}

I'll s^Am7leep where the darkness falls I w^Con't get no curtain calls And I've o^Gnly got one pair of sh^Does But I've ^Am7got more serenity Than the r^Cest of humanity They've been tr^Gicked into waiting in qu^Deues And my f^Am7ather is dying He's got s^Comething inside of him It m^Gakes him feel more wrong than r^Dight And my m^Am7other'd be lying If she sa^Cid she weren't crying Hers^Gelf to sleep every ni^Dght

And my f^Am7ather is dying He's got s^Comething inside of him It m^Gakes him feel more wrong than r^Dight And my m^Am7other'd be lying If she sa^Cid she weren't crying Hers^Gelf to sleep every ni^Dght ^{D G/B G/C} Every night ^{D G/B G/C} Every night ^{D G/B G/C} Every night D G/B G/C

^D I'm w^G/Bandering these ^G/Ccity streets ^D There's nothing ^G/Bhere for me ^G/C