Аккорды к песне Cohen Leonard - Closing Time

Intro:  G  . . . |. . . . | D  . . . |. . . . | 
        G  . . . |. . . . | D  . . . |. . . . | 
 
           G 
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing 
         G 
And the band is really happening 
         Em 
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high 
        Bm 
And my very sweet companion 
          Bm 
She's the Angel of Compassion 
       Em 
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh 
            C 
And every drinker every dancer 
         C 
Lifts a happy face to thank her 
     G               B7              Em 
The fiddler fiddles something so sublime 
         D 
All the women tear their blouses off 
         D 
And the men they dance on the polka-dots 
          C 
And it's partner found, it's partner lost 
          C 
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: 
       G 
It's closing time 
 
          C 
Yeah the women tear their blouses off 
         C 
And the men they dance on the polka-dots 
          G                   B 
And it's partner found, it's partner lost 
          Em                   C 
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: 
       G            D 
It's closing time 
 
Ah we're lonely, we're romantic 
And the cider's laced with acid 
And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" 
And the moon is swimming naked 
And the summer night is fragrant 
With a mighty expectation of relief 
So we struggle and we stagger 
Down the snakes and up the ladder 
To the tower where the blessed hours chime 
And I swear it happened just like this: 
А sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
The Gates of Love they budget an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
But closing time 
 
I swear it happened just like this: 
А sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
The Gates of Love they budget an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
But closing time, closing time 
 
   Em 
I loved you for your beauty 
          Em 
But that doesn't make a fool of me: 
 D 
You were in it for your beauty too 
       Em 
And I loved you for your body 
           Em 
There's a voice that sounds like God to me 
    A                     D 
Declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's 
really, really, really, really you 
 
       C 
And I loved you when our love was blessed 
       C 
And I love you now there's nothing left 
     G            B7           Em 
But sorrow and a sense of overtime 
       D 
And I missed you since the place got wrecked 
       D 
And I just don't care what happens next 
 C 
Looks like freedom but it feels like death 
      C 
It's something in between, I guess 
       G 
It's closing time 
 
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked 
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex 
Looks like freedom but it feels like death 
It's something in between, I guess 
It's closing time 
 
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing 
But there's nothing really happening 
And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night 
And my very close companion 
Gets me fumbling gets me laughing 
She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight 
And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth 
Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth 
Except to say it isn't worth a dime 
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice 
And it's once for the devil and it's once for Christ 
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights 
We're busted in the blinding lights 
Of closing time 
 
The whole damn place goes crazy twice 
And it's once fore the devil and it's once for Christ 
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights 
We're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights 
Of closing time, closing time 
 
        G 
Oh the women tear their blouses off 
         G 
And the men they dance on the polka-dots 
       D 
It's closing time 
 
And it's partner found, it's partner lost 
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops 
It's closing time 
 
I swear it happened just like this: 
А sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss 
It's closing time 
 
The Gates of Love they budget an inch 
I can't say much has happened since 
But closing time 
 
I loved you when our love was blessed 
I love you now there's nothing left 
But closing time 
 
I miss you since the place got wrecked 
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex 
It's closing time...