Every fucking city    (video)

 

    G ~

 

           G

1. We argued on the Channel train to Paris,

           D

    the vin rouge helped us make it sweet again.

           C

    But by the time that we got down to Lyon,

                                          G                                               D

    everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain.

 

              G

2. We split up for a while in Barcelona,

             D

    we met up six days later in Madrid.

               C

    I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us,

           G                                      D

    and for a little while it almost did.

 

      C

    Now I’m in a bar in Copenhagen,

                   G

    and I’m trying hard to forget your name.

                    F                                                              - D

    And I’m staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza,

                                                        G

    and every fucking city feels the same.

 

             G

3. You said to call you when I got to London,

          D

    a French girl told me that you’d left a note.

                   C

    I said to her ‘I like your accent’, and she thought I sounded funny,

                G                                   D

    so we ended up drinking in Soho.

 

       G

4. Foolishly I followed you to Dublin,

                 D

    like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar.

            C

    And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness

                                 G                                               D

    in the gutter, and once I thought I saw you from afar.

 

              C

    Now  I’m in a night club in Helsinki,

                         G

    and they’re playing ‘La vida loca’ once again.

              F                                                                                               - D

    And I can’t believe I’m dancing to this crap, but I’m a chance here,

                                                            G         - A

    and every fucking city sounds the same.

 

     A

5. At a café in the Port of Amsterdam,

         E

    an e-mail from you said you’d gone to Rome.

               D

    For a minute I thought maybe, but my funds were running low,

                   A                                                 E

    and anyway it sounded like you weren’t alone.

 

              A

6. So I headed north until I got to Hamburg,

          E

    a chilly city suits a troubled soul.

            D

    And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much,

                      A                                                  E

    to kick me out before I’d even reached my goal.

 

      D

    Now I’m in a restaurant in Stockholm,

                   A

    and the waiter here wants me to know his name.

           G                                                                                     - E

    And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages,

                                                        A    

    but every fucking city looks the same.

 

               G                                                                          E

    Arrivederci, au revoir, auf Wiederseh’n, hasta la vista, baby,

                                                  A

    every fucking city’s just the same.

 

 

(orig. = capo 2nd)    (Paul Kelly)