Tablaturas

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Dm9
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real needBb
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the streetAm9[sus4]
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed

Then moving in silently downwind and out of sightBb7
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

Dm9
And after a while you can workon points of style

Bb
Like the club tie and the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye andan easy smile

Am9[sus4]
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to

Bb7So that when they turn their backs on you

You'll get the chance to put the knife in

Dm9 Bb Am9[sus4] Bb7Dm9
You've gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder

Bb
Youknow it's gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older

Am9[sus4]
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, hide yourhead in the sand

Bb7 Dm9
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer...