D D D D D D D D D D D Am Am Am Am Am Am Am Am G G F#m F#m Em Em A A A A A A A A

[Verse 1]
         D          G            A
One more night in a transatlantic city
         G                 D             A
And the clocks all run on someone else's time
A         G                           D
And the streets run so close to the houses
    G                     A
But none of them run into mine


[Verse 2]
         Bm         G        D
And the people are all in a hurry
         Bm           G            D
And the whiskey's as cheap as the beer
          G                            D          G
And that skyline looks just like that postcard I sent you
     Em         G                  D
And darling, I wish that you were here


[Verse 3]
F                      C
Some folks travel for pleasure
     F                        C
And other folks just born to roam
F                            C
Some folks can't stand the pressure
    E                       A
And some of them never come home


[Verse 4]
D          G           A
And I only go where I have to go
       G                       D
And I only come home when I'm done
    G                                   D            G
And if everything's right, then I'll be home Friday night
D          A            D
Six hours ahead of the sun


[Bridge]
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Am x9 
G G F#m F#m Em Em Em G G  D D  A A


[Verse 5]
          D          G             A
One more night in a transatlantic city
         D                 G           A
And you buy one round for everyone in sight
         G                              D
And you order up the same old glass of trouble
     G                  Em               A
But trouble just don't taste the same tonight


[Verse 6]
         Bm              G                  D
And the local bartender tells you all the stories
         Bm             G                 D
And the local lovelies dance before your eyes
          G                    D              G
And they call that dance old "Younger's Tartan"
       Em                 G            A
And I can't get all this mud out of my eyes


[Verse 7]
F                             C
Some folks drink when they're happy
F                               C
Other folks drink when they're dry
F                        C
Some folks drink so they won't have to think
     E                             A
And some of them drink until they die


[Verse 8]
     D             G          A
But drinking just gives me amnesia
        G            D                 A
But the devil has a list of those who run
     G                D                   G
Run, win, place, and show, and nowhere to go
     D         A            D
And six hours ahead of the sun

     G                D                   G
Run, win, place, and show and nowhere to go
     D         A            F F  C C  D D D D F F C C D D D D F F C C D D D D
And six hours ahead of the s- u- n-          (six hours)      (six hours)