Tavern Blues

E D E D C D E C7 B7 E E D I was driving on a north eastern Higway E Heading down to Old Wilno Town E The sun was just a setting C D E Turning the hills into a golden brown C7 I suddenly turned to my right B7 E When the lighted Tavern came into sight E D I thought just a cold glass of brew E Would chase away some of my blues E So I walked into the bar room C D E Heard someone playing a tune E C7 He was picking on an old guitar B7 E Sounding like some forgotten star E D As I downed my cold lager beer E I moved closer, so I could hear E C The song that he was singing C D E Had everyone up and swaying E C7 While he was picking at his guitar B7 E Sounded like some forgotten star E D His songs all told a story E About his days of glory C Some sounded rather jolly D E While others showed his melancholy E C7 He was picking at his old guitar B7 E Sounding like some forgotten star E D A dozen or more cold ones E I guessed it was my time to run E C His carefully chosen lyrics D E Took me home to my dearest E C7 And just picking at his old guitar B7 E Sounding like some forgotten star