Tom: C
G C G C
Coming through the filter, sweet upon my lips
Am Em Am Em
The smoke mollifies the lung into which it rips
G C G Em C
In a sunlit tavern, in a corner booth
Am Em Am Em
Sucking stale popcorn, there i met dear ruth
C G C Em Am
She'd only just lost the baby, seven months and a week
Em Am Em
Drank a month of seagrams, kissed me on the cheek
F D7 Am
Never would've been my style
F D7 Am
But i could spot it from a mile
F D7 Am
That it would mean a world of good
F D7 Am
If we got friendly for a while
Am G
Oh, what a dear
C G
My dear girl might have been
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C
In my nine dollar room
G C
There was nothing on tv
Am Em
She asked if she could use my toothbrush
Am Em
"it don't bother me"
G C G C
"i thank you for the company," she most solemnly said
Am Em
When i woke the next morning
Am Em
She had fallen from the bed
F D7 Am
Quite a sight, i have to say
F D7 Am D7
Where once had blossomed a bouquet
F Am D7
Now all but wilting like a leaf
F D7
In the ruthless light of day
C G
Oh, what a dear
C G
My dear girl might have been
Ruth, sweet girl
F C
There's no place for you
C C
Here in my little nine dollar room
