| G | D7 | |
| This old | town is filled with | sin, |
| G7 | C | |
| It'll | swallow you | in |
| G | D7 | |
| If you've | got some money to | burn. |
| G | D7 | |
| Take it | home right a | way, |
| G7 | C | |
| You've got | three years to | pay |
| G | D7 | G | |
| But Satan is | waiting his | turn |
| CHORUS: |
| C | D7 | G | G7 | |
| This old | earthquake's gonna | leave me in the | poor house. |
| C | G | D7 | |
| It | seems like this | whole town's in | sane |
| C | D7 | G7 | C | |
| On the | thirty-first | floor your | gold plated | door |
| G | D7 | G | |
| Won't | keep out the | Lord's burning | rain |
| G | D7 | |
| The | scientists | say |
| G7 | C | |
| It'll | all wash a | way |
| G | D7 | |
| But | we don't believe any | more |
| G | D7 | |
| Cause we've | got our rec | ruits |
| G7 | C | |
| And our | green mohair | suits |
| G | D7 | G | G7 | |
| So | please show you | I.D. At the | door. |
| CHORUS |
| (Instrumental break) |
| G | D7 | |
| A | friend came a | round. |
| G7 | C | |
| Tried to | clean up this | town; |
| G | G7 | D7 | |
| His i | deas made | some people | mad. |
| G | D7 | |
| But he | trusted his | crowd, |
| G7 | C | |
| So he | spoke right out | loud |
| G | D7 | G | |
| And they lost the | best friend they | had |
| CHORUS |
| C | D7 | G7 | C | |
| On the | thirty-first | floor your | gold plated | door |
| G | D7 | G | |
| Won't | keep out the | Lord's burning | rain |
| Tom Lindsey |
| lindsey@sirius.com |
| San Francisco, CA |