Paul Kelly - Every Fucking City
From the "Songs From The South" (1997)


Notes: I only found one other tab for this songon the Internet, and it was all over the place 
thanks to awful line wrapping. Musically it was fine, so rather than reinvent the wheel I've 
taken the time to make it readable :)

I can't take any credit musically. There weren't any credits on the original file, but just keep 
in mind I'm just the cleaner-upper.

Rearranged by: Professor McPinch



Capo 2
Chords used: C, D, E, F, G


Verse 1.



   G
We argued on the channel train to Paris


    D
The vin rouge helped us make it sweet again


    C
But by the time that we got down to Lyon


                      G                              D
Everything I said was wrong and you cursed me in the rain


   G
We split up for a while in Barcelona


   D
We met up six days later in Madrid


      C
I was hoping that the break would make things go a little better for us


    G                            D
And for a little while it almost did


C
Now I'm in a bar in Copenhagen


        G
And i'm trying hard to forget your name


        F                                            D
And I'm staring at the label on a bottle of cerveza


                                 G
And every fucking city feels the same




Verse 2.



    G
You said to call you when I got to London


  D
A French girl told me that you'd left a note


          C
I said to her "I like your accent" and she thought I sounded funny


      G                      D
So we ended up drinking in Soho


G
Foolishly I followed you to Dublin


       D
Like a ghost I walked the streets of Temple Bar


    C                                         
And all the bright young things were throwing up their Guinness in the gutters
    G                              D
And once I thought I saw you from afar



C
Now I'm in a nightclub in Helsinki


            G
And they're playing La Vida Loca once again


            F                                                      D
And I can't believe I'm dancing to this crap but I'm a chance here
 
                                 G
And every fucking city sounds the same




Verse 3.



     A
At a cafe in the port of Amsterdam


   E
An E-mail from you said you'd gone to Rome


      D
For a minute I thought maybe but my funds were running low


       A                               E
And anyway it sounded like you weren't alone


     A
So I headed north until I got to Hamburg


  E
A chilly city suits a troubled soul


    D
And on the Reeperbahn I paid a woman far too much


           A                              E
To kick me out before I'd even reached my goal


D
Now I'm in a restaurant in Stockholm


        A
And the waiter here wants me to know his name


    G                                                    E
And I can order sandwiches in seven different languages


                                   A
But every fucking city's feels the same


       G                                              E
Arriverderci, au revoir, aufwiedersen, hasta la vista baby


                                    A
Yeah, every fucking city's just the same