Tom: Dm
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love it, love it
[Verse 1]
F Gm Bb
Too sick for breakfast, the car wouldn't start
Am Dm7 C F
The train was really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriend
Gm Bb
The houses all the same, now here's the rain
Am Dm7 C
Not falling but collapsing at his feet
F Gm Bb
Deep breath and he clocks on, raincoat on his arm
Am F
He wishes the hours would disappear
Ab G
But the trip's in vain 'cause awaiting him
Em Am
A lay-off notice and his severance pay
Em Am Dm7 F
He shuffles back to the train again
Am
You gotta love this city
[Chorus 1]
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love it, love it
[Verse 2]
F Gm
Back home he lies in bed for days and days
Bb Am
Watching American television, smoking
Dm7 C
And playing with himself ringing double-O double-5
F Gm
Into town on Thursday night
Bb
The girls are pretty and the lights are bright
F
At least he loves his city
Ab G Em Am
Holding court on Taylor Square proper was the man he could become
Em Am
Lear's Fool is a bum now
Dm7 F Am
With seven holy parcels by his side
[Chorus 1]
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love it, love it
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love it, love it
[Interlude]
|F |F |Gm |Gm |Bb |Am |F |
[Verse 3]
Gm Bb
He walks along the foreshore, he's got a bottle
Am F
And he's breathing with his city
Ab G
It was busy everywhere he went
Em Am
There was a crowd over the bay
Em Am
And a fireworks display
Dm7 F Am
It's all very strange for a Thursday night thought he
Dm7 F
Then it dawns on him as a cracker explodes
Am
And who the hell is he going to blame?
Dm7 F Am
It dawns on him - the horror - we got the Olympic Games
[Bridge]
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
For its body and not its brain
Dm7 F Am
And he screams "My city is a whore, opened herself to the world
Dm7 F
Jumped up and down in pastel shirts
Am
And lathered up thinking about designs for T-shirts"
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
For its body and not its brain
[Chorus 2]
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city, love this city, you gotta love this city
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city for its body and not its brain
[Outro]
Dm7 F Am
It's more than he can take, and the stars' reflection breaks
Dm7 F Am
'Cause you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it enjoy the view
Dm7 F Am
You gotta love this city
Dm7 Fm Am
He's had enough and he sinks to the bottom
