Late for the Show
By Brian Rung
Words and music 2004 Brian Rung
rmofle at satx.rr.com
8/3/2005
Capo 1
D D/F# G D D/F# G
You surely were no angel, you surely were no child
D D/F# G D D/F# G
I was driving ‘round in a Cheyenne, you was driving me wild
D D/F# G D D/F# G
I seen you smile at me in the July sun helped you run out of the rain
D D/F# G A
just holding hands in the streets of our home town holding on in vain
G A
I got a feeling from long ago
D A G
I could tell you, you already know
D A
You’re a diamond-studded rose of summer
Bm A D
I’ve come in late for the show
Well a gypsy wind hit town one day and set my soul a-blowin’
And I followed four winds to the water line just for the sake of goin’
And the dust on your old letters is the one and only trace
Of the sweetest love you gave so free someone has taken my place
We stopped a few sparks shy of a glow
We was dancing to your father’s radio
You’re a first line in a midnight love song
And I’ve come in late for the show
There ain’t a reason in the world you should be waitin’ ‘round for me
I took my great and golden years spent ‘em all so shamelessly
I lost every hour of every one right down to the last
Just running clean out of clean luck livin’ in the past
So if you’ve got somewhere to go
Hit the lights and lay that curtain down low
When it’s over, it’s just over
And I’ve come in late for the show
And I’ve come in late for the show
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