F Am G C
Thereґs gotta be a record of you some place
F G C
You gotta be on somebodyґs books
F Am G Am
The low-down - a picture of your face
F G
Your injured looks
F C
The sacred and profane
F Am G
The pleasure and the pain
Am G F Em
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
Dm B Am Em
And itґs your face Iґm looking for on every street

Am C G G F G C G Am

A lady-killer - regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says - what can I tell you as Iґm standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh itґs a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
And itґs your face Iґm looking for on every street

Am C G G F G C G Am

A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I donґt know why it is Iґm still on the case
Itґs a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste thatґs bittersweet
And itґs your face Iґm looking for on every street

Am C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am … G

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