Barenaked Ladies

^C7 Hello city . . .
^G Another nig ^D ht at the Palace,
^C 'cause there is ^C7 nothing else to ^G do. ^D (Whoa, who ^C a) ^Cadd9
G The same people, the ^D same drinks
and the ^C same music,
^C7 the same quicksand.
^G I think this h ^D arbour town is wai ^C st
deep and sinking fast ^Cm7 .
CHORUS:
^G Hello ci ^D ty, Y ^C ou've found
an ene ^C7 my in me. (Whoa, ^G whoa, whoa, w ^D hoa) ^{C Cadd9
G} Hello ci ^D ty, (H ^C ello city,) hell ^C7 o city.
^G Second nig ^D ht at the Warehouse,
^C and my mock turt ^C7 leneck just reek ^G s. (Whoa ^D , whoa) ^{C C7
G} >From the liquor room to ^D the changeroom
^C to the doom and gloom of ^C7 the hotel room, ^G
I wish this se ^D aside beerhall would
^C sink into the ba ^Cm7 y.
CHORUS
Maybe I caught you at a bad time,
maybe I should call you back next week,
maybe half the fault was mine that
the sun didn't shine on Barrington Street.
^G It's three o'cl ^D ock in the morning, ^C
and I'm hu ^C7 ngry so let's e ^G at. ^D (Whoa, wh ^C oa) ^Cadd9
G Climb down three flights to ^D the streetlights
^C and the barfights, w ^C7 e're just taking in the sig ^G hts.
I hope tomorrow t ^D hat I wake up in ^C my own bed. ^Cm7
CHORUS
What a good place to be, ^G
don't belie ^D ve them,
'Cause they spea ^C k a different language
and it's ^C7 never been happy for me ^G . (It's happy hour
again, who ^D a, who ^C a) ^Cadd9
GD It's Happy Hour agai ^G n. (Who ^D a, whoa ^C ) ^C7
G Hello ci ^D ty,
^C hello ^Cm7 city. ^G