G D C Em E7 Am D G D D7 G D C Em E7 where will you go when this day is over Am D G D D7 a gamblerʼs purse lays on the road Em straight to your door A D snakes have gone crazy tonight Dm Am D D7 winding their way out of sight a laugh, a joke a sentiment wasted seasons of strangers theyʼve come and gone doldrums are pounding, cheapskates are clowning this town who could disown themselves now engineer, slow down this old train cinders and chaff laugh at the moon night birds will cackle rotting like apples on trees Dm Am D A sending their dead melodies...to me
