Lucky Day
by Tom Waits
Intro: E--3--5--10--
[G] The prettiest girl
B Em(on 7th fret)
In all the world
Is in a l[A]ittle Sp[D]anish [G]town
B Em
But I left her for a Bonnie lass
And I t[A]old her
I'd see her ar[D]ound
But that B[G]onnie lass
C(on 3th fret)
And her heart of glass
Would not h[A]old a candle
To b[D]umming around
So don't cr[G]y for me
B Em
For I'm going away
And I'll be b[A]ack some l[D]ucky d[G]ay
Tell the boys back home
I'm doing just fine
I left my troubles and woe
So sing about me
For I can't come home
I've many more miles to go
Why, there's Miss Kelsey
You taught dance at our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me
For I'm going away
ANd I'll be back some lucky day
Now when I was a boy
My daddy sat me on his knee
And he told me
He told me many things
And he said sone
There's a lot of things in this world
You're gonna have no use for
ANd when you get blue
And you've lost all your dreams
There's nothin' like a campfire
And a can of beans
Why, there's Miss Kelsey
She taught dance at our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me
For I'm going away
And I'll be back some lucky day
______________________________
aleister, Russia, Irkutsk
by Tom Waits
Intro: E--3--5--10--
[G] The prettiest girl
B Em(on 7th fret)
In all the world
Is in a l[A]ittle Sp[D]anish [G]town
B Em
But I left her for a Bonnie lass
And I t[A]old her
I'd see her ar[D]ound
But that B[G]onnie lass
C(on 3th fret)
And her heart of glass
Would not h[A]old a candle
To b[D]umming around
So don't cr[G]y for me
B Em
For I'm going away
And I'll be b[A]ack some l[D]ucky d[G]ay
Tell the boys back home
I'm doing just fine
I left my troubles and woe
So sing about me
For I can't come home
I've many more miles to go
Why, there's Miss Kelsey
You taught dance at our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me
For I'm going away
ANd I'll be back some lucky day
Now when I was a boy
My daddy sat me on his knee
And he told me
He told me many things
And he said sone
There's a lot of things in this world
You're gonna have no use for
ANd when you get blue
And you've lost all your dreams
There's nothin' like a campfire
And a can of beans
Why, there's Miss Kelsey
She taught dance at our school
And old Johnny O'Toole
I'll still beat you at pool
So don't cry for me
For I'm going away
And I'll be back some lucky day
______________________________
aleister, Russia, Irkutsk
