written by M. Timmins and The Cowboy Junkies, submitted and transcribed in June 1998 It's the [G]kinda night that's so cold that your [C]spit freezes be[G]fore it hits the ground. [G]And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a do[C]llar, [C]'cuz if he's out tonight, he [D]must be truly down. And I'm [C]searchin' all the windows for a last...