Dire Straits

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Intro (x2):
C#m A  B G#m A
F# B G# A G#

        E                                   F#m
All the late night bargains have been struck
            B         C#m              B C#   
Between the satin beaus and their belles
F#m                       
Prehistoric garbage trucks
         Am
Have the city to themselves

E                          F#m
Echoes and roars, dinosaurs
            B         C#m         B C#
They're all doing the monster mash
    F#m
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
    Am
Are only taking calls for cash

A                   B
I don't know how it happened
   E                 A
It all took place so quick
    E           F#m B          C#m B
But all I can do is hand it to you

And your latest trick

Intro

              E                     F#m
Well, now, my door was standing open
  B      C#m               B  C#
Security was laid back and lax
           F#m
But it was only my heart got a-broken
                    Am
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
           E                     
You played robbery with insolence
                 F#m                 B     C#m            B C#
And I played the blues in twelve bars down on Lover's Lane
        F#m
And you never did have the intelligence to use
           Am
The twelve keys hanging off of my chain

A                   B
I don't know how it happened
   E                 A
It all took place so quick
    E           F#m B          C#m B
But all I can do is hand it to you

And your latest trick

Intro

                E                         F#m
Well, now, it's past last call for alcohol
     B          C#m               B C#
Past recall has been here and gone
    F#m
The landlord he finally paid us all
          Am
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
          E                                  F#m
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
B          C#m             B     C#
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
       F#m
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
             Am
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

A                   B
I don't know how it happened
       E                         A
It was faster than the eye could flick
    E           F#m B          C#m B
But all I can do is hand it to you

And your latest trick

Intro (x2)