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Tuning: E A D G B E
Intro G C D G C D
GThere used to be a café a few blocks away, COpen seven days, caDlled “The Brilliant MisGtake” C D GWhere a crow-haired girl with scarlet lips CAnd slender hips sDerved up coffee and cGake C D On a Amcrackling stereo the ghosts of Sun Ra, EmCharlie Parker, Miles and Coltrane blDewDsus D Dsus GI’d kick back in my chair, that sweet honey’d jazz in the aiCr DThe sun shining through
GIt was the nearest thing to hip AmIt was the nearest thing to hip In this sChithole… Dand it’s gGone GIt was the nearest thing to hip AmIt was the nearest thing to hip In this sChithole… Dand it’s gGone
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GEverywhere that I go I see streets that are low COn distinction and high oDn the banal and the bGland C D GHow did we get to this? We plumbed the abyss By the twCisted grace of the Dlaw of supply and deGmand C D Well, there’s Amno use crying and no use sighing over EmStone, wood, wire, glass and cemDenDsust D Dsus GBut there’s a little record store with a wooden floor That ain’t tChere no more that I uDsed to frequent
GIt was the nearest thing to hip AmIt was the nearest thing to hip In this sChithole… Dand it’s gGone GIt was the nearest thing to hip AmIt was the nearest thing to hip In this sChithole… Dand it’s gGone
EmNow I need to get Dout of this.. ChullabalooG EmAnd I remember an Dold-fashioned bar Cthat I once kGnew BbWith an old-fashioned Ambarman Cwearing old-fashioned Gclothes AmBut when I get there.. iDt’s been bulldozed
GSo I follow my nose down Comatose Lane CThrough the stripped back, ripped up Dwastes of Woebegone SquGareC D GTill I find myself on Deadbeat Street, CMy feet beginning to aDche, despair in the airG C D AmThe only thing bright in this blighted town Are theEm billboard adverts everywhere dDisDsusplayedD liDsuske mocking shades GAnd the musty, dusty second-hand bookstore Is now a Cscum-encrusted amuDsement arcade
GIt was the nearest thing to hip AmIt was the nearest thing to hip In this sChithole… Dand it’s gGone GIt was the nearest thing to hip AmIt was the nearest thing to hip In this sChithole… Dand it’s gGone
G C D .. Gand it’s gone G C D G