rd Fret
Intro: Em C G D Em C G D
Em
I used to hear him sing in a Bleeker Street bar
G
On that tiny stage, with a borrowed guitar
D
His voice cutting through like a speeding car
C
Tearing through the deals of the brokers at the bar
Em
They sold everything for a Wall Street wage
G
A rich man's money is a rich man's cage
D
Pockets full of gold and a dead man's face
C
There was life in those eyes, though there's not a trace
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