Intro: Am D

F           C              Am          F             C               Am
It's always raining in St. Petersburg, this town will be the death of me
F           C              Am          D
I left my raincoat with my romany gypsy cards say that
F                                 D
There isn't any justice in this world as far as I have seen
F                              D            G             F (let ring)  Am
No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free

F            C                 Am          F         C                       Am
We're always scheming in the singles bars, bells are ringing ain't it great to be alive
F           C              Am      D             
Watch me turning prematurely grey, aw the money's killing me
F                                D
But there's a reason for this drinking, you see the poison tastes so sweet
F                              D            G             
And it beats the hell out of thinking, all good christians agree

C         Am            F
I'v been walking circles, foot nailed to the floor
C     Am               F                 D
Everyone's complaining, I just lock my door
F     G                   F (let ring)
I do believe I've seen it all

Am D

F            C                 Am          F         C                   Am
It's always raining when your drying out, this town will be the death of me
F           C                Am            D         
Everybody loves you when your down and out, the money's killing me
F                                D
There isn't any justice in this world
F                       D                G     
No more or less than we deserve, I've no desire to be free

C         Am            F
I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down to my feet
C     Am               F                 D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F          G            
This town will be the death of me

C         Am            F
Pretty boys and pretty girls, everyone a saint
C     Am               F                 D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F          G                   F (let ring)
This town will be the death of me
             Am
The death of me