{t:Sin City}
{st:Gram Parsons, Chris Hillman}
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This old [G]town is filled with [D7]sin,
It'll [G7]swallow you [C]in
If you've [G]got some money to [D7]burn.
Take it [G]home right a[D7]way,
You've got [G7]three years to [C]pay
[G]But Satan is [D7]waiting his [G]turn
{start_of_chorus}
This old [C]earthquake's gonna [D7]leave me in the [G]poor house. [G7]
It [C]seems like this [G]whole town's in[D7]sane
On the [C]thirty-first [D7]floor your [G7]gold plated [C]door
Won't [G]keep out the [D7]Lord's burning [G]rain
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The [G]scientists [D7]say
It'll [G7]all wash a[C]way
But [G]we don't believe any [D7]more
Cause we've [G]got our rec[D7]ruits
And our [G7]green mohair [C]suits
So [G]please show you [D7]I.D. At the [G]door. [G7]

{comment:CHORUS, (Instrumental break)}

A [G]friend came a[D7]round.
Tried to [G7]clean up this [C]town;
His i[G]deas made [G7]some people [D7]mad.
But he [G]trusted his [D7]crowd,
So he [G7]spoke right out [C]loud
[G]And they lost the [D7]best friend they [G]had

{comment:CHORUS AND coda}
On the [C]thirty-first [D7]floor your [G7]gold plated [C]door
Won't [G]keep out the [D7]Lord's burning [G]rain