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E7 E I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York Just like a motherless son of a bitchA7 Loaded on ephedrine looking forA A7 downers and cokeE Like a sun that just wouldn't setE7 E out on the horizonB7 A7 Singing and dancing to themE E7 E nighttime songs [Verse]E I took a train and came up from Carolina I was looking for something to doA7 Nothing I found could ever quite occupy meE With nothing to gain there's always nothing to loseB7 A7 Singing and dancing to themE E7 E nighttime songsB7 A7 Cry me a river till the morningE E7 E comes [Verse]E I should've died a hundred thousand times Teetering stoned off the side of buildingsA7 Nobody loved me and nobody even triedE7 You cant hang on to something thatE wont stop movingB7 A7 Singing and dancing to themE nighttime songs [Verse]E I got arrested down south for hitting a clerkContinúa después del anuncioI spit in his face, the bastard knocked me outA7 He leered at my lady and then he touched her faceE Thank God she had the money to bail me outB7 A7 Singing and dancing to themE nighttime songsB7 A7 Cry me a river till the morningE comes [Chorus]A A7 Bar room boogie just like in theA moviesA A7 Go on put it to me shake it tillA E7 E the rattles come onE7 E Take me where the morning don't come [Verse]E I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid Until one day he wandered off and diedA7 One night I went in the yard and dug him upE7 And he laid in the box just like aE pile of bonesB7 A7 Singing and dancing to themE nighttime songs [Verse]E I used to get loaded and baby Id drive your car It seemed like there was always a copA7 Coming behind me and following close as they couldE Eventually they'd just trail offB7 A7 Loaded and cruising to themE nighttime songsB7 A7 Cry me a river till the morningE comes [Chorus]A A7 Bar room boogie just like in theA moviesA A7 Go on put it to me shake it tillA E7 E the rattles come onE7 E Take me where the morning don't come [Verse]E I think I died a hundred thousand times Mixing liquor with mystery pillsA7 Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaineE E7 E E7 Face down out on the riversideE Most of my friends are married and making them babies To most of them I already diedA7 And whatever it is about you I've always hatedE Is something about myself I just couldn't hideB7 A7 And I'm going going baby I'mE almost gone [Otro]A7 A So cry me a river to the otherE side of the morningE E7 E To where the morning don't comeE E7 E To where the morning don't comeE E7 E To where the morning don't come