A
C#m
A
C#m
A7
Bm7
A7
D
F#m
D
F#m
E
E7
E
E7
A
C#m
A
C#m
Taking my guitar down to the street
A7
Bm7
A
Bm7
I don't know just who I'll meet
D
F#m
D
F#m
Rags or Rolex, one or twenty
E
E7
E
E7
I don't care I got plenty of time
A
C#m
A
C#m
Noisy buses, sirens or silence
A7
Bm7
A
Bm7
When I play, that's my audience
D
F#m
D
F#m
I don't care if it pays
E
E7
E
E7
One dollar and fifty cents
A
C#m
It's not a house, it's not a car
D
Bº
It's not your arms wrapped around me but
A
C#m
It's okay, coz now I play
D
Bº
Everyday for perfect strangers
A
C#m
A
C#m
Never knew how to make you smile
A7
Bm7
A7
Bm7
You never did figure out my style
D
F#m
D
F#m
E
E7
Maybe it's just true that all the while
E
E7
We were perfect strangers
A
C#m
It's not a house, it's not a car
D
Bº
It's not your arms wrapped around me but
A
C#m
It's okay, coz now I play
D
Bº
Everyday for perfect strangers
D
Bº
Baby everyday we were perfect strangers
A
C#m
A
C#m
A7
Bm7
A7
D
F#m
D
F#m
E
E7
E
E7
A
C#m
It's not a house, it's not a car
D
Bº
It's not your arms wrapped around me but
A
C#m
It's okay, coz now I play
D
Bº
Everyday for perfect strangers
D
Bº
Baby everyday we were perfect strangers