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Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 15:50:08 -0700
 To: guitar@nevada.edu
From: lindsey@terra.SIRIUS.COM (Tom Lindsey)
Subject: Gram Parsons; Sin City.crd

Sin City
Gram Parsons, Chris Hillman

3/4 time


         G                   D7
This old town is filled with sin,
      G7          C
It'll swallow you in
          G                 D7
If you've got some money to burn.
        G           D7
Take it home right away,
           G7             C
You've got three years to pay
G            D7          G
But Satan is waiting his turn


CHORUS:
         C                  D7              G           G7
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house.
   C               G              D7
It seems like this whole town's insane
       C            D7         G7          C
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
      G            D7             G
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain



    G          D7
The scientists say
      G7        C
It'll all wash away
    G                    D7
But we don't believe any more
            G          D7
Cause we've got our recruits
        G7           C
And our green mohair suits
   G               D7          G     G7
So please show you I.D. At the door.


CHORUS

(Instrumental break)


  G            D7
A friend came around.
         G7            C
Tried to clean up this town;
     G         G7          D7
His ideas made some people mad.
       G           D7
But he trusted his crowd,
      G7              C
So he spoke right out loud
G                 D7               G
And they lost the best friend they had


CHORUS

       C            D7         G7          C
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
      G            D7             G
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain



Tom Lindsey
lindsey@sirius.com
San Francisco, CA



    








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