Tono: F
Introducción:
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There?s a man, in New Orleans
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He walks with a cane and a gun
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His family, there?re from Southeastern Texas
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They might as well be dead and gone
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He shuffles through the narrow alley
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Until he finds his love
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And he pulls a fistful from his front shirt pocket
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And a belt, to tie his arm up
A#m Fm
Lord, is it like this everywhere?
A#m Fm
Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there?
C7 Fm
?Cause I don?t know how to live in this world
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There?s a woman in New York City
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She sets her own hours at work
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She hollers and she struts and boy, she sure looks pretty
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But it ain?t as easy as it looks
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She?ll land a man, one that?s lonely
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With just a little bit of luck
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And he?ll use her to make himself happy
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But a girl, she gotta make a buck
A#m Fm
Lord, is it like this everywhere?
A#m Fm
Tell me, is anyone keeping score up there?
C7 Fm
?Cause I don?t know how to live in this world
Fm
There?s a man in ol? Saint Louie
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He?s got a face like mine
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He walks and he talks and he breaths just like me
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The same, even side-by-side
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He drinks and he drinks and he drinks and he drinks
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He drinks until his head it feels fine
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My wife and my family, they all love me
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But even they know that it?s time
A#m Fm
Lord, is it like this everywhere?
A#m Fm
Can you tell me, why is no one keeping score up there?
C7 Fm
?Cause I only know how to die in this world
C7 Fm
?Cause I only know how to die in this world
C7 Fm
?Cause I only know how to die in this world