Cm7 F7 Cm Perching high like an old-time man of law F7 Cm F7 Abmaj7 Db He travels on a barstool to enchanted lands Cm F7 Cm And as the world before him swims and glows F7 Abmaj7 Db The secret drinker's only sure that he is real Gb E Abm Bb By the feel of his elbows and the steadily increasing D7 Bbm7 F Weight of his forehead in his hands Eb And behind the bar Db E Abm Bb Bb7 Like turreted and battlemented towns of long ago Ebm Ebm7 Cb The lines of coloured bottles swim and glow Cm Dm G Brilliantly as at the day of wrath G7 Am Or the year of the comet Am C9 Dm But the secret drinker is far from it E E7 Away from it all Am Em Am D Am He can ease the present back into the past F G9 Em Staring at the pastels and the prisms on the shelf E7 Am D Am With the magic words that make the evening last B7 Em The same again and have one for yourself Eb He's a connoisseur Db E Abm Bb Bb7 He can space it out with chasers, he can let it burn Ebm Ebm7 Cb It's a trick it takes a little while to learn Cm Dm G G7 Am You might see the youngsters of today sniff a cork and they vomit Am C9 Dm But the secret drinker is far from it E E7 Away from it all Am Em Am D Am He can make the looming future lose its sting F G9 Em Staving off the pressure is a bargain at the price E7 Am D Am Of the magic words that make the angels sing B7 Em The same again, go easy on the ice Cm7 F7 Cm Perching high like an old-time man of law F7 Cm F7 Abmaj7 Db He travels on a barstool to enchanted lands Cm7 F7 Cm And as the world before him swims and glows F7 Abmaj7 Db The secret drinker's only sure that he is real Cm7 F7 Cm F7 By the feel of his elbows and the steadily increasing Cm F7 Abmaj7 Db Weight of his forehead in his hands that should be ceasing Gb E Abm Bb To tremble by now and beginning to resemble D7 Bbm7 F The hands of a man he used to know
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