Standard (EADGBE)

Well, I could sit here and I could think

'Bout the things that I ain't got

So don't mind me if I hesitate

Tell you the truth, it ain't a lot

I might come in here with a pocket full of money

And I might leave here with a dime in my pocket

But either way that don't make me happy

And all I have is this picture in a locket

So I go down street to the 5th Avenue Bar

I go over a man who's lighting up his cheap cigars

And I ask him if it's gonna get any better

And he says, "No", he says, "No"

There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle

"Here's how you let go, here's how you let go"

Well I could sit here and I could pine

For your love to be as strong as mine

But instead I'll keep the peace

Sit here lonesome, sitting in my grief

And I could go somewhere and burn this lonely picture

Even in my head I know I'd still remember

Walking down the street, in my wallet there's a 50

And I drop it down at the place when we feel empty

Yeah, I'm down street at the 5th Avenue Bar

Talking to the man who's lighting up his cheap cigars

And I ask him if it's gonna get any better

He says, "For me it didn't, for me it didn't"

There's this young man behind the bar who'd take the bottle

"Yeah, this'll fix it", he says, "This'll fix it"

Well, I woke up in the morning

And the world was white as snow

Is it heaven or hell, which place did I go