[Intro ]Chords:  A  D     F#m A D.  


F#m               A           D 
Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray 
F#m               A            D 
In a dingy bar where romances are born 
F#m               A            D 
The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox 
A                 E            D           A 
But no country road could ever take us home 

F#m                     A                 D 
She speaks like raging tides against the coastline 
F#m                      A                D 
I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know 
F#m                       A                D 
The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times 
A         E         D  
Let it go let it go let it go 

A         Abm         F#m       E       D 
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love 
A         Abm 
Wait she revived me 
F#m          E         D 
But that was so long ago 

A                   E           F#m          D 
And now the passing days on the outside feel great 
A            E    D 
And it never ever rains 
A           E       F#m           D 
The city is burning right now I'm dying 
A            E         D 
It's hard to wash your hands clean 
E 
Of these dying days 

F#m  A  D 
F#m  A  D 
F#m  A  D 
A    E  D 


F#m             A                D 
Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail 
F#m                     A                 D 
Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say 
F#m            A         D 
Every morning I awake to my reassurance  
A         E         D         
It's okay it's okay it's okay 

A         Abm         F#m       E       D 
Wait you remind me of someone I used to love 
A         Abm 
Wait she revived me 
F#m          E         D 
But that was so long ago 

A                   E           F#m          D 
And now the passing days on the outside feel great 
A            E    D 
And it never ever rains 
A           E       F#m           D 
The city is burning right now I'm dying 
A            E         D          E 
It's hard to wash your hands clean 

Of these dying days 


A  E  D 
A  E  D 
A  E  F#m D 
B  E 

A                   E           F#m          D 
Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl 
A                   E                  D 
Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move 
A                   E           F#m          D   
And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul 
B                                         E 
If it's one of those things I tend to lose 

A                   E           F#m          D 
And now the passing days on the outside feel great 
A            E    D 
And it never ever rains 
A           E       F#m           D 
The city is burning right now I'm dying 
A            E         D           
It's hard to wash your hands clean