Last Call Chords by Dave Van Ronk
Tempo:
118.3 bpm
Chords used:
E
Bm
Em
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

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And so we've had a [Bm] [E] drink of poetry and poses
each man knows he'll be alone
mill closes
And so we'll drink the final glass
his joy or sorrow
And hope the numbing drunk will last
[N] Till the opening
when we stumble back again
each man knows he'll be alone
mill closes
And so we'll drink the final glass
his joy or sorrow
And hope the numbing drunk will last
[N] Till the opening
when we stumble back again
100% ➙ 118BPM
E
Bm
Em
B
E
Bm
Em
B
And so we've _ had a _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [E] drink of poetry and poses
_ And _ each man knows he'll be alone
_ [Em] When the sacred gin _ _ mill closes _
And _ _ so we'll drink the final _ glass
Each to his joy or sorrow _ _
And hope the numbing drunk will last
_ [N] Till the opening
_ _ And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ when we stumble back again
[E] _ Like _ paralytic _ dancers _ _ _
Each knows the questions he will ask
_ And each man _ knows _ the [B] _ answers _ _
_ And so we'll drink the _ final drink
_ [E] That cuts the brain in _ sections _
_ Where answers never _ signify
_ And there aren't _ _ _ [N] any _ _ _ questions
_ I broke my heart the other day _
It'll mend again tomorrow _
_ If I'd been drunk when I was born
_ I'd be ignorant _ _ _ _ of sorrow
_ _ _ _ And so we'll drink the final toast
_ That never can be spoken
_ _ _ Here's to the heart that's wise _ enough _
To know when _ _ it's been _ _ half broken _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And _ each man knows he'll be alone
_ [Em] When the sacred gin _ _ mill closes _
And _ _ so we'll drink the final _ glass
Each to his joy or sorrow _ _
And hope the numbing drunk will last
_ [N] Till the opening
_ _ And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ when we stumble back again
[E] _ Like _ paralytic _ dancers _ _ _
Each knows the questions he will ask
_ And each man _ knows _ the [B] _ answers _ _
_ And so we'll drink the _ final drink
_ [E] That cuts the brain in _ sections _
_ Where answers never _ signify
_ And there aren't _ _ _ [N] any _ _ _ questions
_ I broke my heart the other day _
It'll mend again tomorrow _
_ If I'd been drunk when I was born
_ I'd be ignorant _ _ _ _ of sorrow
_ _ _ _ And so we'll drink the final toast
_ That never can be spoken
_ _ _ Here's to the heart that's wise _ enough _
To know when _ _ it's been _ _ half broken _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _