Ambassador Hotel 3400 Wilshire Blvd

D D/A D/B D D/B D I am the night watchman, D/B D I stand by the door. Some fifteen thousand nights D/B D/A G D/F# Em7 I have stood here for. Bm For all of you actuaries, A D That’s forty-six years. D C# B A G D/F# D/G D/F# They’ll be closing up the ho - tel D/E D Bm A D D/A D/B When the morning sun appears. D Wilshire was a wilderness B/D D When they thought to build this place, But soon the starlets were arriving D/B D/A G D/F# Em7 Like they were runners to a race. Bm Now twenty-one summers A D On a steep descending slope D C# B A G D/F# D/G D/F# Since that midnight in the pan - try D/E D Bm A D Dmaj7 When the country lost its hope. G Dm Cut the lights off in the nightclub; F Am Strip the linens from the bed; G Dm Tell the busboys and the bellmen, F D They better get it through their head, Am Gsus4 That they won’t be back tomorrow, G F E And it grieves me to tell you why D Am The Ambassador’s been bleeding out Em D Dm C And now they’ve let her die. D Dm C C/B Am D A saturnalia every Saturday D/B D In the salad days long gone. Douglas Fairbanks and Mary Pickford, D/B D/A G D/F# Em7 Would be wrestling on the lawn. Bm I shook hands with seven presidents; A D I may have flirted with their wives, D C# B A G D/F# D/G D/F# But my heart is in the ho - tel D/E D Bm A D Dmaj7 When the wrecking ball arrives. G Dm Cut the lights off in the nightclub; F Am Strip the linens from the bed; G Dm Tell the busboys and the bellmen, F D They better get it through their head, Am Gsus4 G That they won’t be back tomorrow, G F E And it grieves me to tell you why D Am The Ambassador’s been bleeding out Em D Dm C And now they’ve let her die. D Dm C C/B F#madd11 G Nineteen-sixty-eight, Bm A Asus4 A D I won’t mention for the hurt, F#madd11 Except to quote the one who wrote that Bm F#m/C# G D Bbsus4 Ebsus2 A7sus4 A7 doom was woven in his shirt. D/B D/A I am a statue in the doorway; G D There are no guests; there is no sound, But for the rasp of plastic palm trees D/B D/A G D/F# Em7 And a seagull on the ground. Bm If they could bury me in the ballroom, A D I’d be content to fade away D C# B A G D/F# D/G D/F# With the ghosts as my com - panions, D/E D Bm A D Right beyond my dying day. A Em Cut the lights off in the nightclub; G D Hear the walls begin to sing A Em Of olden days and golden days G F# When Valentino was the King. D G#mb5 No I won’t be back tomorrow, G F# F E And it grieves me to tell you why D Am The Ambassador’s been bleeding out Em G And now they’ve let her die. D Am The Ambassador’s been bleeding out Em G And now they’ve let her die. D Am The Ambassador’s been bleeding out Em And now they’ve let her die. D D/A D/B D D/B A/D