Standard (EADGBE)

You sort of have to listen to the song to know when he does it.

So, here's the chords.

They're selling post cards of the hanging,

They're painting the passports brown.

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors,

The circus is in town.

Here comes the blind commissioner,

They've got him in a trance.

One hand is tied to the tightrope walker,

The other is in his pants.

And the riot squad, they're restless,

They need somewhere to go.

As lady and I look out tonight,

From Desolation Row.

Enjoy.