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Song in the Key of Chance
Guitar chords
Written by Glenn Richards
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6/8 Time
  (A      G  | D#    F#)
    >                                              >             >
||: B5 // /// | B5 // /// :|| x4 ||: B // G // | B // D // :|| x2 | C#-5 // /// | A // /// | 

B // G // | B // D // |       | B    G | B                    D                 | B      G | B
             In the chest of a dealer,  hammers and smelts a foul charge

         D         | C#-5                         | A                | B                       G
as he smooths sour cream from his moll's pony and metes her an unholy barrage (O the living is hard)

               | B        D            | Bb       Bb-5               | Bb5       Bb6 |
of a rank Summer Saturday here, drunk on domestic beer

  | Bbma7         Bb            | C7/Bb          Bb      | C  | C | C | C |
the burnt English girls bray like mares, the men leer like snakes

             C                     Am       F                        G7
O there's no faith in this article baby, no truth and no lie lie lie lie

       C                     Am                      F                    G7
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me, it wasn't for me to ask why

       C                             Am                       F                      B-5
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye, that some people weren't born to dance

      C                     Am                    F           G    | B G | B D | B G | B
While others are halted mid-step to the beat of a song in the key of chance

                   D         | B  G | B               D         | B          G | B
Make one sickening body,  born of base urge and a high mind

                     D         | B // A // | C // Eb // |
Make it swing like a witch

||: C // /// | Am // /// | F // /// | G // /// :|| x2

C                  Am
Wealthy young men, hale tall timber

    F                            G
Who dally in the springtime then steady in the winter

      C                    Am                     F                        G
While over the river, with needles for teeth, the spindle and stick men, apportioned a greif

        C            Am  F    B-5
take to drink and drown, drown,     (A      G  | D#    F#)

    C                       Am
The stories I love, and the stories I hate

| F // G //  ||: B5 // /// | B5 // /// :|| x4

                  | B    G | B       D             | B      G | B
The city horses are tired,    give them something to drink

         D           | C#-5                  | A                               | B G |
Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders and the iron from their feet

B      D        | B     G | B      D        | B   G | B
At the top of the morning, top top top of the street

    D              Bb                                                     | B   G | B
Is a look when you look look look look into somebody's eyes and you meet


     D             Bb 
Is a look when you look look look look into somebody's eyes
and you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile

             C                     Am       F                        G7
O there's no faith in this article baby, no truth and no lie lie lie lie

       C                     Am                      F                    G7
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me, it wasn't for me to ask why

       C                             Am                       F                      B-5
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye, that some people weren't born to dance

      C                     Am                    F           G    | C // /// |
While others are halted mid-step to the beat of a song in the key of chance

     Am              F                        G7
This article baby no truth and no lie lie lie lie

       C                     Am                      F                    G7
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me, it wasn't for me to ask why

       C                             Am                       F                      B-5
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye, that some people weren't born to dance

      C                     Am                    F           G        | F // G // |
While others are halted mid-step to the beat of a song in the key of chance

  F           G     | F // G // | F               G        | B G | B D | B G | B
A song in the key of chance, a song in the key of chance

       D                      Bb 
Is a look when you look look look look into somebody's eyes

                                                             rit.                  C...
and you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile


  (A      G  | D#    F#)
  (Ab     G# | E     G)
  (B      A  | F     G#)
  (C      Bb | F#    A)