We got [A]old time bars still standing on downtown[D] city streets
[E] Old ladies serving drinks inside with no c[A]olor in their cheeks
[A]Listening to a Haggard song you can [D]put your old blue collar on
Old M[A]ilwaukee on Christmas [E]Eve it's hard to bel[A]ieve
Street girls hop from foot to foot, trying to keep warm
Trying to pay down a few bills before the next big storm
On a corner, trembling in the wind amazed at the mess they're in
Wipin' their noses on their sleeve it's hard to believe
I swore I'd leave the day they knocked that old smokestack down
There's a guy I need to talk to before I quit this town
Drivin' past the prison yard still got my old Teamsters card
Still hopin' on my reprieve it's hard to believe
Bridge:
When I l[D]ooked into her smiling eyes I saw a d[A]ream so fine
Like the S[E]pirit of Chicago on a lonesome old r[A]ailroad line
I would have g[D]one with her that day I just w[F#m]atched her as she drove away
I guess o[E]ne of us had to leave it's hard to be[A]lieve
Solo
| A | A | D | D | E | E | A | A |
| A | A | D | D | F#m E | D | D | A | A | A | A |
Here comes another blown up kid from over there
Making the whole world safe for the millionaires
Same old swindle hides behind a fresh new coat of lies
This is no time to be naive it's hard to believe
We got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song you can put your old blue collar on
It's an[F#m]other New Years E[E]ve it's hard to bel[D]ieve
It's hard to bel[A]ieve[A]
[E] Old ladies serving drinks inside with no c[A]olor in their cheeks
[A]Listening to a Haggard song you can [D]put your old blue collar on
Old M[A]ilwaukee on Christmas [E]Eve it's hard to bel[A]ieve
Street girls hop from foot to foot, trying to keep warm
Trying to pay down a few bills before the next big storm
On a corner, trembling in the wind amazed at the mess they're in
Wipin' their noses on their sleeve it's hard to believe
I swore I'd leave the day they knocked that old smokestack down
There's a guy I need to talk to before I quit this town
Drivin' past the prison yard still got my old Teamsters card
Still hopin' on my reprieve it's hard to believe
Bridge:
When I l[D]ooked into her smiling eyes I saw a d[A]ream so fine
Like the S[E]pirit of Chicago on a lonesome old r[A]ailroad line
I would have g[D]one with her that day I just w[F#m]atched her as she drove away
I guess o[E]ne of us had to leave it's hard to be[A]lieve
Solo
| A | A | D | D | E | E | A | A |
| A | A | D | D | F#m E | D | D | A | A | A | A |
Here comes another blown up kid from over there
Making the whole world safe for the millionaires
Same old swindle hides behind a fresh new coat of lies
This is no time to be naive it's hard to believe
We got old time bars still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song you can put your old blue collar on
It's an[F#m]other New Years E[E]ve it's hard to bel[D]ieve
It's hard to bel[A]ieve[A]
