Paul Kelly – Every Fucking City (Guitar)

   A
We argued on the channel train to Paris

     E
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again

    Bm
But by the time that we got down to Lyon

                       A
Everything I said was wrong

                          E
And you cursed me in the rain

   A
We split up for a while in Barcelona

   E
We met up six days later in Madrid

      Bm
I was hoping that the break would

     A                            E
And for a little while it almost did

D
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen

        A
And I'm tryin' hard to forget your name

        G                                              E
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of Cerveza

                                   A
And every fucking city feels the same

A
You said to call you when I got to London

   E
A French girl told me that you'd left a note

          Bm
I said to her 'I like your accent'

       A                      E
So we ended up drinking in Soho

A
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin

        E
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar

    Bm
And all the bright young things

     A                                E
And once I thought I saw you from afar

D
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki

             A
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again

       G
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap

                        E
but I'm a chance here

                                            A
And every fucking city sounds the same

B
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam

    F#
An email from you said you'd gone to Rome

     C#m
For a minute I thought "maybe"

      B                                 F#
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone

     B
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg

   F#
A chilly city suits a troubled soul

    C#m
And on the Reeperbahn

    B                                             F#
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal

E
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm

       B
And the waiter here wants me to know his name

   A
And I can order sandwiches

                                 F#
in seven different languages

                                 B
But every fucking city looks the same

      A                                                      F#
Arrivederci, au revoir, auf wiedersehen, hasta la vista ... baby

                              B
Every fucking city's just the same