Intro: G A C G D G
A
I go in for singing, I do it for my pay
C G
But the kind of gig I can really dig
D
Happens just at the break of day
G F
With a few good friends and neighbors
C G
Into playing the nighttime tunes
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
A
I believe in magic, a little monkeyshines
C G D
But the kind of row I can really hoe is playing in tune on time
G F C G
With rhythms all around us we’re like weavers at the loom
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
G F C G
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
A
When it comes to morning and going out at night
C G D
Well the kind of test that I like the best is treating
the wrong girl right
G F C G
And a few good friends and neighbors in to playing
the nighttime tunes
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
G F C G
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
G F C G
With rhythms all around us we’re like weavers at the loom
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
A
I go in for singing, I do it for my pay
C G
But the kind of gig I can really dig
D
Happens just at the break of day
G F
With a few good friends and neighbors
C G
Into playing the nighttime tunes
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
A
I believe in magic, a little monkeyshines
C G D
But the kind of row I can really hoe is playing in tune on time
G F C G
With rhythms all around us we’re like weavers at the loom
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
G F C G
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
A
When it comes to morning and going out at night
C G D
Well the kind of test that I like the best is treating
the wrong girl right
G F C G
And a few good friends and neighbors in to playing
the nighttime tunes
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
G F C G
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
G F C G
With rhythms all around us we’re like weavers at the loom
C G D G
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room
