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Just across from the hospital
Bm Em
Still in sight of the red lights
Bm Em
A couple blocks from the orthodox church
Bm Em
That's where the old poet lived
Bm Em
In his eyeglasses and his necktie
Bm Em
At the window looking down
Bm Em
On the young men passing by
Bm Em
On the fullness of the town
E D A
Full of them good time gamblers
E D A
Full of their restless wives
E D A
Full of them midnight writers
E D A
Out in the quarter on a Friday night
E D A
Out in the brightness of a Friday night
Bm Em
And the big horns blowed and the pianos played
Bm Em
And the music rose to the old man's ears
Bm Em
I guess those were the olden days
Bm Em
I guess those were the golden years
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And now the town is empty
D
Empty as a mirror
A D
Empty as the harbor and the barber's chair
E D
Where did the old poet go?
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I asked around
E A D E D A
Nobody knows
Bm Em
Maybe I came too early
Bm Em
Maybe I came too late
Bm Em
I'm waiting in the shadows of the scaffolds
Bm Em
Of the old caf�s where you told me to wait
Bm Em
And I've got this lingering feeling
Bm Em
It's like I've slipped between
Bm Em
Finger of the century
Bm Em
I know you know what I mean
E D A
I'll be a good time gambler
E D A
I'll be a restless wife
E D A
I'll be a midnight writer
E D A
Out in the quarter on a Friday night
E D A
Call me good time gambler
E D A
Call me a restless wife
E D A
Call me a midnight writer
E D A
Out in the quarter on a Friday night
E D A
Out in the brightness of a Friday night
E D A
Call me the brightness of a Friday
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