| D | | It's another tequila sunrise |
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| A | Em | A7 | D | | Starin' slowly 'cross the | sky, | said good | bye |
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| D | | He was just a hired hand |
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| A | Em | A7 | D | | Workin on the dreams he planned to | try, | the days go | by |
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| | | Bm | G | | | | Every night when the | sun goes down |
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| | | Bm | G | Bm | | | | Just another | lonely boy in | town |
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| | | Em | A7 | | | And | she's out runnin' | round |
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| D | | She wasn't just another woman |
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| A | Em | A7 | D | | And I couldn't keep from comin' | on, | it's been so | long |
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| D | | Oh and it's a hollow feelin' |
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| A | Em | A7 | D | | When it comes down to dealin' | friends, | it never | ends |
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| | | Em | A | | | | Take another | shot of courage |
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| | | F#m | B | Em | | | | Wonder why the | right words never | come, |
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| | | F# | Bm7 | E | | | | you just get | numb | |
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| D | | It's another tequila sunrise |
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| A | Em | A7 | D | | This old world still looks the | same, | another | frame |
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