Yves Klein Blue - Gin sling

^ACloser to death Been many ^Bmmiles since we last met ^EStill, it seems like I stood ^F#mstill as ^Dtime passed b^Ay ^AThat year my pride did sting 'Cause for a young ^Bmman, it's a terrible thing To re^Ealise for the first t^F#mime that his ^Dmother was ri^Aght

Oh t^Bmhis old gin s^F#mling will keep me ^Dsatis^Afied Ah yeah, the ^Bmcold air won't ^F#mblow and I can c^Dlose my eye^As

^AAh she came to me Her eyes full of s^Bmorrow and empty of sleep And ^Easked how it seemed ^F#mI'd been do^Ding alr^Aight (and I laughed) ^AIt was a trick that she taught me I drink so that I ^Bmsleep without having dreams And w^Ehen I wake up in the ^F#mmorning, o^Dh it is all I can ^Ado to survive

Oh ^Bmthis old gin s^F#mling keeps me ^Dsatisf^Aied Though it hurts ^Bmme more than I ^F#mknow and takes a^Dway my m^Aind ^F#mOh but the closer I get to ^Dhome, fills me with d^Aread just to k^Enow I'll be a^F#mlone with a b^Dottle on the sh^Aelf

^{A Bm} But I p^Eut it down, ^F#m just as so^Don as I rea^Alised

Oh that the h^Dard times, they do^An't get bett^F#mer When l^Dife goes in the s^Ahadows of ^F#mmemories

^F#mThe dark times make it ^Ehard to remember All the r^Deasons the g^Aood times ended ^DWe remain where ot^Ahers ca^F#mnnot dwell It's n^Dot our place to f^Aall where they ^F#mfell ^F#mDo you really think that makes a^Enyone happy but yourse^Alf'

Oh ^Bmthis old gin ^F#msling left me h^Digh and d^Ary So I put it ^Bmback on the s^F#mhelf for a l^Dittle wh^Aile Ah but I s^F#mtill pull it d^Down every now and ag^Aain Not to t^Eoast what's gone b^F#mefore, but to a^Dll that r^Aemains, yeah Oh a^F#mlways lost in m^Demory, never to for^Aget Laying l^Eow with those g^F#mhosts is my o^Dnly regre^At