E _ _ _ _
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A _ _ _ _
E _ _
B _ _ .
A _ _ _ _
E _ _ _ _ .
B _ _ _ _
E _ _
A I
E got shot off my horse, so what
A I'm up again, _ _ playing in one of these big saloons
E on lane.
_ .
A You can come up here,
B take a look around
E these sinners' dens, _
A you're only ever gonna find.
one or two
B real games.
_ _ .
F#m _
E Nobody's driving
B you underground,
E _ .
F#m _
A not yet
B anyway, _
A _
B.
E but either on.
the strip or
A on the edge of town.
_ .
Everybody pays, _ _ _
E everybody pays to play.
_
G#m _
C#m _ _ _ _ .
A _ _ _ _
E _ _
B _ .
E You ought to.
stay right
G#m where you
A are in Sodus Land.
_ .
It's probably the safest
E place to be, _
A with your.
greasy
B little pork
E pies and your shoestring hands.
_ .
A _ Makes no
B difference to me.
_ _ .
F#m _ All those.
directions
B which we never took, _ .
F#m _ _ to go
B our different
A ways.
B _ .
E Who went and wrote the oldest.
A story in the book?.
Everybody pays, _ _ everybody
E pays to play.
_ _
C#m _ _ _ _ .
A _ _ _ _
E _ _
B _ _ .
Bm _ _ _ _
C# _ _ _ _ .
F#m _ _ _ _
B _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _
Bm _
A _ _ _ _ .
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Bm _ _ _ _
C# _ _ _ _ .
F#m _ _ _
C#m _
B _ _ _ _ .
Em _ _ _ _
D _ _ _ _ .
C _ _ _ _
B _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _
E Curled up inside a boxcar dream
A and disappeared, _ _ with a couple of
E roller friends.
_
A You were never.
one
B for trouble,
E so get out of here.
_
A I knew the game was dangerous
B back then, _ _
F#m but nobody's.
breezing
B through these swinging doors.
_
F#m _ _
A Just jumps and
B walks
A away.
_
B E Everybody has to leave some.
A money on the floor.
Everybody pays, _ _ everybody
E pays to play.
_
G#m _ .
C#m _ _ _ _
A Everybody pays, _ _ _ everybody
E pays to play.
G#m _ _
C#m _ _
E _ _
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