Parsons gram - Sin city

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    Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 15:50:08 -0700
     To: guitar@nevada.edu
    From: lindsey@terra.SIRIUS.COM (Tom Lindsey)
    Subject: Gram Parsons; Sin City.crd
    
    Sin City
    Gram Parsons, Chris Hillman
    
    3/4 time
    
    
             G                   D7
    This old town is filled with sin,
          G7          C
    It'll swallow you in
              G                 D7
    If you've got some money to burn.
            G           D7
    Take it home right away,
               G7             C
    You've got three years to pay
    G            D7          G
    But Satan is waiting his turn
    
    
    CHORUS:
             C                  D7              G           G7
    This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
       C               G              D7
    It seems like this whole town's insane
           C            D7         G7          C
    On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
          G            D7             G
    Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
    
    
    
        G          D7
    The scientists say
          G7        C
    It'll all wash away
        G                    D7
    But we don't believe any more
                G          D7
    Cause we've got our recruits
            G7           C
    And our green mohair suits
       G               D7          G     G7
    So please show you I.D. At the door.
    
    
    CHORUS
    
    (Instrumental break)
    
    
      G            D7
    A friend came around.
             G7            C
    Tried to clean up this town;
         G         G7          D7
    His ideas made some people mad.
           G           D7
    But he trusted his crowd,
          G7              C
    So he spoke right out loud
    G                 D7               G
    And they lost the best friend they had
    
    
    CHORUS
    
           C            D7         G7          C
    On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
          G            D7             G
    Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
    
    
    
    Tom Lindsey
    lindsey@sirius.com
    San Francisco, CA

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