verse 1.
C D
I go in for singin’, I do it for my pay
F C
But the kind of gig I can really dig
G
Happens at the break of day
C Bb
With a few good friends and neighbours
F C
Into playin’ the night-time tunes
F C
So pass the jar and that old guitar
G C
In this hangdog hotel room.
verse 2.
C D
I believe in magic, a little monkey-shines,
F C
But the kind of row I can really hoe
G
Is playin’ in tune on time,
C Bb F C
With rhythms all around us we’re like weavers at the loom,
F C
So pass the jar and that old guitar
G C
In this hangdog hotel room.
C Bb F C
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a night-time tune
F C
So pass the jar and that old guitar
G C
In this hangdog hotel room.
verse 3.
C D
When it comes to morning and going out at night,
F C
Well the kind of test that I like best
G
Is treating the wrong girl right.
C Bb
And a few good friends and neighbours
F C
Into playin’ the night-time tunes
F C
So pass the jar and that old guitar
G C
In this hangdog hotel room.
C Bb F C
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a night-time tune
F C
So pass the jar and that old guitar
G C
In this hangdog hotel room.
C Bb F C
With rhythms all around us we’re like weavers at the loom,
F C
So pass the jar and that old guitar
G C
In this hangdog hotel room.
F C
So pass the jar and that old guitar
G C
In this hangdog ---- hotel room.