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The Iowa weather was thirteen below 

      F                        C 
I had come to Des Moines for a radio show 

  F                           C          Am 
I awoke in the evening from a traveler's sleep 

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With notions of something to eat 



    F                    C 
The old elevator slipped down past the floors 

   F                         C                 G7 
My head and my eyes said you should have slept more 

    F                        C              Am 
The man at the desk said the restaurant was closed 

C              G7       C 
Outside it was fourteen below 



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The lounge was still open and so I walked in 

   F                      C 
In place of my food I had two double gins 

  F                          C             Am 
I looked round the room as a tourist would do 

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That's when I saw the girl in the booth 



    F                          C 
She sat there and cried in the smoky half dark 

    F                       C              G7 
The silent type crying that tears out your heart 

    F                       C              Am 
Her clothes were not cut in the new modern way 

C                    G7          C 
And her suitcase had seen better days 



C                     G7              C 
Nobody asked her what caused her such pain 

F                      C 
Nobody spoke up yet no one complained 

F                     C            Am 
Without even asking I knew why she cried 

C            G7            C 
Life is just like that sometimes 



    F                         C 
The man at the desk said it's fifteen below 

    F                     C                  G7 
The bellhop said yeah man that's cold that's cold 

  F                          C               Am 
I went back to my room and I wrote down this song 

C                  G7          C 
Oh it sure can get cold in Des Moines