VERSE 1.
[C]I go in for singin', [D]I do it for my pay
But the [F]kind of gig I can [C]really dig
Happens [G]at the break of day
With a [C]few good friends and [Bb]neighbours
Into [F]playin' the night-time [C]tunes
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel ro[C]om.
VERSE 2.
[C]I believe in magic, a li[D]ttle monkey-shines,
But the [F]kind of row I can re[C]ally hoe
Is [G]playin' in tune on time,
With [C]rhythms all a[Bb]round us we're like [F]weavers at the [C]loom,
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
CHORUS 1.
[C]Oh Lord it [Bb]feels so good to [F]play a night-time [C]tune
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
VERSE 3.
[C]When it comes to morning and [D]going out at night,
Well the [F]kind of test that [C]I like best
Is [G]treating the wrong girl right.
And a [C]few good friends and [Bb]neighbours
Into [F]playin' the night-time [C]tunes
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
CHORUS 2
[C]Oh Lord it [Bb]feels so good to [F]play a night-time [C]tune
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
With [C]rhythms all [Bb]around us we're like [F]weavers at the [C]loom,
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog ---- [C]hotel room.
[C]I go in for singin', [D]I do it for my pay
But the [F]kind of gig I can [C]really dig
Happens [G]at the break of day
With a [C]few good friends and [Bb]neighbours
Into [F]playin' the night-time [C]tunes
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel ro[C]om.
VERSE 2.
[C]I believe in magic, a li[D]ttle monkey-shines,
But the [F]kind of row I can re[C]ally hoe
Is [G]playin' in tune on time,
With [C]rhythms all a[Bb]round us we're like [F]weavers at the [C]loom,
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
CHORUS 1.
[C]Oh Lord it [Bb]feels so good to [F]play a night-time [C]tune
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
VERSE 3.
[C]When it comes to morning and [D]going out at night,
Well the [F]kind of test that [C]I like best
Is [G]treating the wrong girl right.
And a [C]few good friends and [Bb]neighbours
Into [F]playin' the night-time [C]tunes
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
CHORUS 2
[C]Oh Lord it [Bb]feels so good to [F]play a night-time [C]tune
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
With [C]rhythms all [Bb]around us we're like [F]weavers at the [C]loom,
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog hotel [C]room.
So [F]pass the jar and that [C]old guitar
In this [G]hangdog ---- [C]hotel room.