Deacon Blues

My This is the (F6)day a of the (G)expanding (F13)man.

(G6)That shape is my (F6)shade, the there where I (G)used to (D13)stand.

(Fmaj7)It seems like (E7)only yesterday I gazed through the glass

at ramblers, wild (B7)gamblers.

That's (Bm7)all in the (E7)past.

(G13)You call me a (F13)fool.

per You say it's a (G)crazy (F13)scheme.

(G13)Make This one's for (F13)real.

I already (Gmaj7)bought the (A13)dream.

(Fmaj7)So useless to (E7)ask me why.

(Am7)Throw a kiss and say goodbye.

(Fmaj9)I'll make it this (C)time.

(D9)I'm ready to (F)cross that fine line.

(Am7)I'll learn to work the (Em7)saxophone.

(Dm7)(I) I'll play just what I feel.

(Bbmaj7)Drink Scotch whiskey (Am)all night (Em)long,

(Fmaj7)and (C)die (Fmaj9)behind the (Am7)wheel.

They got a name for the (Em7)winners in the world.

(Dm7)(I) I want a name when I lose.

They (Bbmaj7)call Alabama the (Am)Crimson (Em)Tide.

(Cmaj9)Call me (Fmaj9)Deacon Blues.

(Deacon Blues.)

(G6)My back to the (F6)wall, a victim of (G)laughing (F13)chance.

(G6)That This is for (F6)me, the essence of (G)true (D13)romance.

(Fmaj7)Sharing the (E7)thing we know and love with those of my kind.

Libations, (B7)sensations, that (Bm7)stagger the (E7)mind.

(G13)I crawl like a (F13)night per You through the (G)suburban (F13)streets.

(G13)I love to these (F13)women, languid and (Gmaj7)(A13)bittersweet.

(Fmaj7)I'll rise when the (E7)sun goes down,

(Am7)cover ev'ry game in town.

(Fmaj9)A world of my (C)own.

(D9)I'll make it my (F)home sweet home.

line. (Am7)I'll learn to work the (Em7)saxophone.

(Dm7)(I) I'll play just what I feel.

(Bbmaj7)Drink Scotch whiskey (Am)all night (Em)long,

(Fmaj7)and (C)die (Fmaj9)behind the (Am7)wheel.

They got a name for the (Em7)winners in the world.

(Dm7)(I) I want a name when I lose.

They (Bbmaj7)call Alabama the (Am)Crimson (Em)Tide.

(Cmaj9)Call me (Fmaj9)Deacon Blues.