Fm
There’s a man, in New Orleans
C7
He walks with a cane and a gun
C7
His family, there’re from Southeastern Texas
Fm
They might as well be dead and gone
Fm
He shuffles through the narrow alley
C7
Until he finds his love
C7
And he pulls a fistful from his front shirt pocket
Fm
And a belt, to tie his arm up
A#m Fm
Lord, is it like this everywhere?
A#m Fm
Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there?
C7 Fm
‘Cause I don’t know how to live in this world
Fm
There’s a woman in New York City
C7
She sets her own hours at work
C7
She hollers and she struts and boy, she sure looks pretty
Fm
But it ain’t as easy as it looks
Fm
She’ll land a man, one that’s lonely
C7
With just a little bit of luck
C7
And he’ll use her to make himself happy
Fm
But a girl, she gotta make a buck
A#m Fm
Lord, is it like this everywhere?
A#m Fm
Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there?
C7 Fm
‘Cause I don’t know how to live in this world
Fm
There’s a man in ol’ Saint Louie
C7
He’s got a face like mine
C7
He walks and he talks and he breaths just like me
Fm
The same, even side-by-side
Fm
He drinks and he drinks and he drinks and he drinks
C7
He drinks until his head it feels fine
C7
My wife and my family, they all love me
Fm
But even they know that it’s time
A#m Fm
Lord, is it like this everywhere?
A#m Fm
Can you tell me, why is no one keeping score up there?
C7 Fm
‘Cause I only know how to die in this world
C7 Fm
‘Cause I only know how to die in this world
C7 Fm
‘Cause I only know how to die in this world