Every fucking city
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)