| B | | It's another tequila sunrise |
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| F# | C#m | F#7 | B | | Starin' slowly 'cross the | sky, | said good | bye |
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| B | | He was just a hired hand |
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| F# | C#m | F#7 | B | | Workin on the dreams he planned to | try, | the days go | by |
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| | | Abm | E | | | | Every night when the | sun goes down |
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| | | Abm | E | Abm | | | | Just another | lonely boy in | town |
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| | | C#m | F#7 | | | And | she's out runnin' | round |
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| B | | She wasn't just another woman |
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| F# | C#m | F#7 | B | | And I couldn't keep from comin' | on, | it's been so | long |
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| B | | Oh and it's a hollow feelin' |
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| F# | C#m | F#7 | B | | When it comes down to dealin' | friends, | it never | ends |
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| | | C#m | F# | | | | Take another | shot of courage |
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| | | Ebm | Ab | C#m | | | | Wonder why the | right words never | come, |
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| | | Eb | Abm7 | C# | | | | you just get | numb | |
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| B | | It's another tequila sunrise |
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| F# | C#m | F#7 | B | | This old world still looks the | same, | another | frame |
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