Boystown chords
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G
Well the cigarette smoke hovers above a bar room glow
C
Through the dim lights stood a pretty little whore
D
She looked as broke as a oil field drifter
G D
Counting the lies to his ex-wife’s picture
Well, every effort she makes to improve her condition
Starts with a smile and a friendly proposition
The night was long, the sparkle in her eye
Drifts away with the perfume high
Then it makes it hard to tell anymore
‘Bout how she became a pretty little whore
The thoughts roll across her discolored face
Drowns in the lies, it drift from disgrace
Chorus:
Yeah, down the road into Mexico
Up the hill to Boystown they go
Corona clubs got a donkey show
And for a hand full of pesos were all gonna go
Well, the taxicab rolled up and down that hill
The cowboys pour out for midnight thrills
Started off with beer and ended with tequila
Two to three minutes with a sweet senorita
Well that rusty old table on a three legged chair
Sat a bow legged man with dusty black hair
Rancho Grande flowed across the bar
As his fingers ran threw an old gut string guitar
After five pesos and a few cigarettes
He’ll play you a song you didn’t request
He’s not confused just a little bit tired
Playing for the strangers, pocket change for an hour
Yeah, he had a bent sombrero with a hole in the side
Results of taking a knife into a gunfight
The days are long, he’s just a wore out old man
Playing tired songs in a mariachi band
There they go
When the night in time turns into day
6 A.M rolls around the way
Stagger outside drunk and tired
Craving hot dogs from a street gutter fire
Start rolling dice for taxicab fairs
Through the night they give evil eyed glares
The fight is on, ain’t no use in talking
Some unlucky loser gonna end up walkin’
And as starts toward the bridge he gets a feeling inside
With every step it gets harder to hide
He ain’t got no money, he don’t know no trouble
Get out alive a vaquero on the double
Chorus