A# D# Back in the old folky days Gm Dm C The air was magic when we played A# D# The river boat was rocking in the rain Gm Dm C Midnight was the time for the raid Chorus: F Oh Isabella, proud Isabella Gm They tore you down and plowed you under Am A# You're only real with your makeup on F C How could I see you and stay too long All along the Navajo Trail Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails Waitresses are crying in the rain Will their boyfriends pass this way again? Chorus: Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids Shoe ain't happy, neither are the kids She needs someone that she can scream at And I'm such a heel for making her feel so bad I guess I'll call it sickness gone It's hard to say the meaning of this song An ambulance can only go so fast It's easy to get buried in the past When you try to make a good thing last Chorus: I saw today in the entertainment section There's room at the top for private detection To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper So all you critics sit alone You're no better than me for what you've shown With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams We could get together for some scenes Chorus: Well, I'm up in T.O. keeping jive alive And out on the corner it's half past five But the subways are empty And so are the cafes Except for the Farmer's Market And I still can hear him say: You're all just pissing in the wind You don't know it but you are And there ain't nothing like a friend Who can tell you you're just pissing in the wind Chorus: I never knew a man could tell so many lies He had a different story for every set of eyes How can he remember who he's talking to? 'Cause I know it ain't me and I hope it isn't you | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm A# C Dm D# F Gm |