And a madman's soul, he thought for sure I'd seen him
Gmaj9
A
Dancing up a river in the dark
C
G
A/e
Looking for a woman to court and spark
A/e
E
D/e
E
A/e
E
D/e
E
A/e
E
D/e
A/e
E
D/e
E
Em7
A7sus4
He was playing on the sidewalk for passing change
D/a
Bm7
When something strange happened, glory train passed through him
Gmaj9
A
So he buried the coins he made in People's Park
C
G
A/e
And went looking for a woman to court and spark
A/e
E
D/e
E
A/e
E
D/e
E
A/e
E
D/e
A/e
E
D/e
E
C
G
It seemed like he read my mind
D
A
He saw me mistrusting him and still acting kind
C
G
He saw how I worried sometimes
A/d
I worry sometimes
A/d
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A/e
E
D/e
A/e
E
D/e
A/e
E
D/e
A/e
E
D/e
E
Em7
A7sus4
All the guilty people, he said, they've all seen the stain
D/a
Bm7
On their daily bread, on their christian names
Gmaj7
A
I cleared myself, I sacrificed my blues
C
G
A/e
And you could complete me, I'd complete you
A/e
E
D/e
E
A/e
E
D/e
E
A/e
E
D/e
A/e
E
D/e
E
Em7
A7sus4
His eyes were the colour of the sand and the sea
D/a
Bm9
And the more he talked to me, you know, the more he reached me
Gmaj9
A
But I couldn't let go of LA
C
G
A/d
City of the fallen angels
Help Me
Asus2
Amaj7
Em7
Gmaj7
Help me, I think I'm falling in love again
Gmaj7
Fmaj7
When I get that crazy feeling I know I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble, 'cause you're a rambler and a gambler and a sweet-talking ladies man
Cmaj7
Gmaj7
And you love your lovin'
C
Gmaj7
A
Gmaj7
C
Gmaj7
Not like you love your freedom
Help me, I think I'm falling in love too fast
It's got me hoping for the future and worrying about the past
'Cause I've seen some hot, hot blazes come down in smoking ash
We love our lovin'
Not like we love our freedom
Gmaj7
Didn't it feel good, just sitting there talking
Or lying there not talking, didn't it feel good?
Fmaj7
You danced with the lady with a hole in her stocking
Didn't it feel good?
Didn't it feel good?
Dmaj7
Gmaj7
Didn't it feel good? Didn't it feel good?
Didn't it feel good? Didn't it feel good?
Help me, I think I'm falling in love with you
Are you going to make me go there by myself?
That's such a lonely thing to do
Both of us flirting around, flirting, and flirting, hurting, too
Not like we love our freedom
When I get that crazy feeling I tell myself, Joni, you're in trouble again
You're in trouble, 'cause he's a rambler and a gambler
And a boogie woogie man
C
Cmaj7
Gmaj7
Don't he love his lovin'?
C
Asus2
C
Dmaj7
Bbmaj7
Fmaj7
C
And don't he love his freedom?
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G6
Asus2
Dsus2
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G6
Asus2
|
Help me, I think I'm falling in love too fast
It's got me hoping for the future and worrying about the past
'Cause I've seen some hot, hot blazes
Come down to cold, cold ash
Because we love our lovin'
And we love our freedom
Gmaj7
Didn't it feel good, we were sitting there talking
Or lying there not talking, didn't it feel good?
Fmaj7
You danced with the lady with a hole in her stocking
Didn't it feel good? Didn't it feel good?
Dmaj7
Gmaj7
Didn't it feel good? Didn't it feel good?
Dmaj7
Gmaj7
Didn't it feel good? Didn't it feel good?
(
C
)
Help me, I think I'm falling in love with you
Are you going to make me go there by myself?
That's such a lonely thing to have to do
Both of us flirting around, flirting and flirting and hurting, too
Because we love our lovin'
And we love our freedom, freedom, freedom
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He was sittin' in the lounge of the empire hotel
He was drinkin' for diversion, he was thinkin' for himself
A little money ridin' on the maple leafs
Along comes this lady in sleeves
She says
F
Let me sit down, you know
C
Drinkin' alone's a shame
It's a shame, it's a cryin' shame
G
F
C
Look at those jokers glued to that damn hockey game
F
Hey, honey, you got lots of cash
Bring us round a bottle and we'll have some laughs
Bb
G
C
Gin's what I'm drinkin', I was raised on robbery
She says
F
C
I'm a pretty good cook, sittin' on my groceries
G
F
C
Come up to my kitchen, I'll show you my best recipes
F
I try and I try, but I can't save a cent
I'm up after midnight cookin' tryin' to make my rent
Bb
G
C
I'm rough but I'm pleasin', I was raised on robbery
G
F
C
G
C
F
We had a little money once
C
They were pushin' through a four lane highway
G
Government gave us three thousand dollars
F
C
You shoulda seen it fly away
F
First he bought a fifty-seven Biscayne, he put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest, that son of a bitch
Bb
G
C
His blood's bad whiskey, I was raised on robbery
F
You know you ain't bad lookin'
C
I like the way you hold your drinks
G
Come home with me honey
F
C
I ain't askin' for no full-length mink
F
Hey, where you goin'?
Don't go yet, your glass ain't empty and we just met