D A E7 A
In the room at the top of the stairs
A D
We grew up together on the wrong side of the river
A E7
And her dream was to make it to here
A D
Well she won his attention and a place in his mansion
A E7 A
In the room at the top of the stairs
A D
In that cold lonely mansion lies a lady hot with passion
A E7
And a man to busy to care
A D
When he’s off with his brokers she invites me over
A E7 A
To the room at the top of the stairs
D A
Lord he’d never believe that these old worn out jeans
A E7
Have been thrown across his best velvet chair
A D
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
A E7 A
In the room at the top of the stairs
A D
As I hide here and wait for him to drive out the gate
A E7
Lord my heart is already up there
A D
And my hands won’t stop shaking at the thought of her aching
A E7 A
In the room at the top of the stairs
E7 A D
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
A E7 A
In the room at the top of the stairs