PARAGON CAFE -  Tim Rogers and the Temperance Union (Dress Me Slowly Bonus Disc)
Tabbed by Ello (chrisellison1@hotmail.com)

I've seen Tim play this live and I know it's probably not 100% how he plays it but it still sounds right. 
It's a bloody good song too.

Capo 8th Fret

CHORDS

Gmaj7  320032
C*     x32030
A7     x02020    
A7*    x02022
Bm     x24432
Am     x02210
 

Flick to x02022 on the A7


Intro/Verse: Gmaj7/C*/A7/C* 

Gmaj7
We said goodbye to a friend yesterday,
C*
The kind of man that the wind takes away,
A7               A7*
Something like a hurricane,
C*
Weather that can take all hope from a face.

Gmaj7
Got a call from his best friend,
C*
I could hear his heart breakin' as he told me 'bout the end,
A7             A7*
Something so inevitable,
C*				Gmaj7
From someone so unforgettable.

CHORUS:

          Bm
And it'll only take 9 hours
       C*
If you take the Hume Highway
    Am                              C*               Gmaj7     C*
And stop in for a cup of joe at the Paragon Cafe,
       Bm          C*
At the Paragon Cafe.

Broke up 'round the capital town,
Thought I'd spend the night to stop and think and throw a couple down,
Wound up on a toilet floor bleedin',
Seems so appropriate somehow.

I kept expecting you to pop up anytime,
"Hey Rogers! Make mine a big black pint!"
I guess that's gonna happen sometime when you had that face
That lit up like a highway neon sign.

It'll take a good 9 hours, To clear the Hume Highway
And stop in for some raisin toast at the Paragon Cafe,
At the Paragon Cafe.

Now everybody scrubbed up so clean,
I guess funerals'll do that, the shock leaves a sheen.
Man, the faces that came out
it was like the Annandale Hotel in '93

Your Mum, Dad and Pete made some hell of speeches,
Talkin' 'bout the life you crammed in so short 'n sweet,
And how you bowled a real good fast one as a greeting
to every new foreign street.

Guiness at eleven, with some kind of Schnapps confectionery,
Stories so fuckin' funny from every direction,
All until there was a silence and someone choked,
And like dominoes everyone broke.

Is it my cue to go? Scream at the road
With nothing but volume and too many smokes
What the hell do you when the lights you've been
following trail off to nowhere?
Do you just give up and fall in? I don't know.

And it'll take a good 9 hours,
To clear the Hume Highway
She sells sanctuaries, sending me off, down the Paragon...

Coffee toast from that waitress - man she never smiles!
to break a long and lonely drive,
Make some sense out of this damn day down the Paragon Cafe,

Down the Paragon Cafe
Down the Paragon Cafe.