E7 E
I was a poor little kid in the lungs of new York
Just like a motherless son of a bitch
A7 A A7
Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke
E E7 E
Like a sun that just wouldn't set out on the horizon
B7 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 do
A7
Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me
E
With nothing to gain there's always nothing to lose
B7 A7 E E7 E
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
B7 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 buildings
A7
Nobody loved me and nobody even tried
E7 E
You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving
B7 A7 E
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
[Verse]
E
I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk
I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out
A7
He leered at my lady and then he touched her face
E
Thank God she had the money to bail me out
B7 A7 E
Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs
B7 A7 E
Cry me a river till the morning comes
[Chorus]
A A7 A
Bar room boogie just like in the movies
A A7 A E7 E
Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
E7 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 died
A7
One night I went in the yard and dug him up
E7 E
And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones
B7 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 cop
A7
Coming behind me and following close as they could
E
Eventually they'd just trail off
B7 A7 E
Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs
B7 A7 E
Cry me a river till the morning comes
[Chorus]
A A7 A
Bar room boogie just like in the movies
A A7 A E7 E
Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on
E7 E
Take me where the morning don't come
[Verse]
E
I think I died a hundred thousand times
Mixing liquor with mystery pills
A7
Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine
E E7 E E7
Face down out on the riverside
E
Most of my friends are married and making them babies
To most of them I already died
A7
And whatever it is about you I've always hated
E
Is something about myself I just couldn't hide
B7 A7 E
And I'm going going baby I'm almost gone
[Outro]
A7 A E
So cry me a river to the other side of the morning
E E7 E
To where the morning don't come
E E7 E
To where the morning don't come
E E7 E
To where the morning don't come
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