G                  D
It was neat, that gin mighty
                 G                                    D
On the bottle of rye, and then I feared the raspberry seed
             G                                    D
How can this be? That I'd fear the ones who would hold me
             G                              D
Then insight fires under those who'll never chase me

[Chorus]
G           C
I will recognise
G                 D
One of these late nights
G               C    G   D
All I've left behind

[Verse 2]
       G                       D
It was neat, bit the hand that feeds
           G                     C      D
He slipped away, without thought of the bleed
             G                              C     D
How can this be? That I'd fear the ones who would hold me
             Em                             Bm      C
Then insight fires under those who'll never chase me

[Chorus]
G           C
I will recognise
G                 D
One of these late nights
G               C    G   D
All I've left behind