B C#m B E B
I was sick with that old Margaret, for four years, near about
D#m G#m D#m G#m
young, dumb and dumbstruck when Margie, she blew my candle out
B E G#m D#m G#m
I’ve got to have me a partner if I’m to sell it all
B C#m E B
save the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 2]
B C#m B E B
Stare through the beers and year and the bags and bruises fade
D#m G#m D#m G#m
those grim lines turn sharp and fine, like laws the pilgrim laid
B E G#m D#m G#m
beaming through all the brag and cuss, promising the fall
B C#m E B
at the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 3]
B C#m B E B
Soak up their mislaid luck and the floor is a pond of piss
D#m G#m D#m G#m
the brown glass throws a face back, wondering how it came to this
B E G#m D#m G#m
something about being there at last makes a man stand tall
B C#m E B
that’s the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall
[Verse 4]
B C#m B E B
I can’t take up another drink and fight them now no more
D#m G#m D#m G#m
they’re all moving, you’re one of them, through that Old Holland door
B E G#m D#m G#m
I’m wishing for a pardon through hoarse and hungry calls
B C#m E B
towards the mirror I look best in, in the back of this dirty hall
