Аккорды Agent Ribbons - Strangers

[Special chords]
C#7 x-4-3-4-x-x
F#7 x-x-3-2-1-0

[Intro]
A

[Verse 1]
     A                                D7
In a town not far, I heard a man lost his friend to the law
      A                               C#7
So he went to find the wilder side of colonies abroad
   F#7                                        B7
He kicked the dust and bit the bullet, riding bare-back Indian-style
   A                  E
He tipped his hat and didn't look back
      D
He'll be gone for a while
      A
Yeah, he'll be gone

[Verse 2]
A                                         D7
Well, he came to California with a mighty smug look on his face
          A                                       C#7
Found the very first bar in a bum-squat town with all walks of the human race
       F#7                                              B7
'Cause sluts lined up and showed him their tits, with a bottle he took in the side
   A                  E                       D
He wanted to stay but before he could say, he was out like a light
      A
Yeah, he was out

[Chorus 1]
A                  Bm                         E              G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places
N.C.               Bm                         E              G      F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places, mmm hmm

[Post-chorus 1]
               G
In an abstract way
             F#
We can all relate
         G         F#
At least I can, at any rate

A D7 A D7

[Verse 3]
     A                                 D7
When he came to, his gun was gone, his shirt was in a twist
    A                                    C#7
Dog-tired and hungry, with no money, the blood boiled in his fists
   F#7                                B7
He saw a whore and asked her how he'd come to have such luck
                         A                          E                   D
And she said, "You don't look at those hard-workin' women that way when you don't got a buck
                            A
She took the gun 'cause you drank the whiskey."

[Verse 4]
A                               D7
"I'm sorry, miss, I tell ya but old bastards like me
    A                                 C#7
Are so hung up on living life, we don't meditate on courtesy.
    F#7                            B7
So, go ahead and shoot me, I ain't got no where to go.
     A             E                D
I'll have myself a whiskey with the devil down below.
         A
With the devil down below."

[Chorus 2]
A                  Bm                         E              G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places
N.C.               Bm                         E              G      F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places, mmm hmm

[Post-chorus 2]
               G
In an abstract way
             F#
We can all relate
         G         F#
At least I can, at any rate

A D7 A D7

[Verse 5]
A                                       D7
As it turned out, the hooker felt right sorry for his soul
    A                                     C#7
She spared his life and said she too felt life was mighty cold
       F#7
"Well, if I strike it rich," he cried
      B7
"Then you shall have a dress
         A                    E
And if a woman like you could ever love me
      D
Then, I'll have happiness
      A
Yeah, I'll have happiness"

[Chorus 3]
A                  Bm                         E              G F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places
N.C.               Bm                         E              G      F#
Ain't it funny how strangers find home in the strangest places, mmm hmm

[Post-chorus 3]
               G
In an abstract way
             F#
We can all relate
         G         F#
At least I can, at any rate