Gin Sling

A
Closer to death

          Bm
Been many miles since we last met

E                            F#m 
Still, it seems like I stood 
     D            A
still as time passed by

A
That year my pride did sting

                   Bm
'Cause for a young man, it's a 
terrible thing

     E                    F#m     
To realise for the first time that
     D            A
 his mother was right




    Bm           F#m               
Oh this old gin sling will keep me 
D    A
satisfied


             Bm             F#m   
Ah yeah, the cold air won't blow 
          D          A
and I can close my eyes




A
Ah she came to me

                  Bm
Her eyes full of sorrow and empty of
 sleep

    E                   F#m    
And asked how it seemed I'd been 
    D      A
doing alright (and I laughed)

A
It was a trick that she taught me

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                  Bm
I drink so that I sleep without 
having dreams

     E                    F#m     
And when I wake up in the morning,
  D                 A
 oh it is all I can do to survive



   Bm            F#m         
Oh this old gin sling keeps me 
  D     A
satisfied

                Bm             F#m
Though it hurts me more than I 
             D       A
know and takes away my mind

F#m                        D     
Oh but the closer I get to home, 
               A             E
fills me with dread just to know

         F#m          D           
I'll be alone with a bottle on the
   A
 shelf




All right...

A             Bm              E 

           F#m        D          A


A             Bm              E 
                       But I put
           F#m        D     
 it down,   just as soon as I 
     A
realised




             D                 A  
Oh that the hard times, they don't
         F#m
 get better

      D                A         
When life goes in the shadows of 
F#m
memories


F#m                    E
The dark times make it hard to 
remember

         D           A
All the reasons the good times ended

D                 A      F#m
We remain where others cannot dwell

      D                A       
It's not our place to fall where 
       F#m
they fell

F#m                          
Do you really think that makes 
   E                     A
anyone happy but yourself?





   Bm           F#m            D 
Oh this old gin sling left me 
       A
high and dry

            Bm           F#m      
So I put it back on the shelf for 
   D       A
a little while

          F#m           D         
Ah but I still pull it down every 
          A
now and again

        E                 F#m     
Not to toast what's gone before, 
       D        A
but to all that remains, yeah

    F#m            D              
Oh always lost in memory, never to
    A
 forget

        E              F#m        
Laying low with those ghosts is my
  D        A
 only regret