Crock Of Gold Chords

Capo 5th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

AWe'll live out our lives on this dirty old street,

only because we just can't compete.

But in the concrete of our younger dDays, we left our nAames.

AJust like the people before,

when they reached the distant shore

with their drink and their dance, and their dDreams and sincere Aaims.

DGhosts long Agone, through old Dbuildings they Astare.

With their Doffspring staring Aat me for Dthey are still Athere.

DDreams that are Adead and Dlives not ArealEized.

AWhy did we write our names in these streets, to show we're alive?

(This is where the main part of the song kicks in. You can make it sound a bit better

on your own by mimicking the bass a bit, strumming A three times and then hitting 0 3 on

E string until the vocals come about.)

Verse

AWell, Chicago is my home and I'll F♯mnever want to roam,

to Dlive on any sun swept distant Eshore.

Well, it is Awhere I was reared by foF♯mrbearers so revered,

and I Dsing the songs that Ethey all sang Abefore.

Well, any woman that's neared me

has been repelled most thoroughly.

Still I'm a lover God, I am foremost of all.

A musician that's my call of high degree professional.

But I'm afraid I do not know my trade at all.

Chorus

And if it's Devery twenty years

some small Arelief to me appears,

then the Dcrock of gold will wait until that Eday.

To Adefend myself no more,

lay the shield of F♯manger at my door

D E A (e-0 B-202 G-2)

and the sword of alcohol will stow away.

Verse

All the people in our town are overworked and broken down.

Begging cheques but it's just not enough they're giving.

Crying quietly, living life so desperately.

That something has to make this life worth living.

Real life is only a timeline,

and the excitement holds the short times.

It will never measure up to what TV sells as great.

All the drunken jokes and views, exciting pubs they tell the news.

But the excited pats, well, they just weren't all that great.

Chorus

(The solo that follows is played over the same progression as the verse followed by the chorus.)

Verse

I met a girl one night and enchantment fixed our sight,

so we decided we would hold it for awhile.

But she would not love me, so inside me finally I said,

"It's not your fault." But I would like love if only for a while.

Well, it's on and on I've seen, yeah that's how it's always been,

and how it will be as ever on I go.

Oh, but ever on I will. Through all the banal times until

I find some place to me that seems like home.

Chorus x2