F Am G C Thereʼs gotta be a record of you some place F G C You gotta be on somebodyʼs books F Am G Am The low-down - a picture of your face F G Your injured looks F C The sacred and profane F Am G The pleasure and the pain Am G F Em Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete Dm B Am Em And itʼs your face Iʼm looking for on every street Am C G G F G C G Am A lady-killer - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you as Iʼm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh itʼs a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And itʼs your face Iʼm looking for on every street Am C G G F G C G Am A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I donʼt know why it is Iʼm still on the case Itʼs a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste thatʼs bittersweet And itʼs your face Iʼm looking for on every street Am C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am
