E7 E I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York Just like a motherless son of a bitchA7 A A7 Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and cokeE E7 E Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizonB7 A7 E E7 E Singing and dancing to them 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 E E7 E Singing and dancing to them nighttime songsB7 A7 E E7 E Cry me a river till the morning 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 E You cant hang on to something that wont stop movingB7 A7 E Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs [Verse]E I got arrested down south for hitting a clerkI 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 E Singing and dancing to them nighttime songsB7 A7 E Cry me a river till the morning comes [Chorus]A A7 A Bar room boogie just like in the moviesA A7 A E7 E Go on put it to me shake it till 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 E And he laid in the box just like a pile of bonesB7 A7 E Singing and dancing to them 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 E Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songsB7 A7 E Cry me a river till the morning comes [Chorus]A A7 A Bar room boogie just like in the moviesA A7 A E7 E Go on put it to me shake it till 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 E And I'm going going baby I'm almost gone [Otro]A7 A E So cry me a river to the other 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
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