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In the room at the top of the stairs
E A
We grew up together on the wrong side of the river
E B7
And her dream was to make it to here
E A
Well she won his attention and a place in his mansion
E B7 E
In the room at the top of the stairs
E A
In that cold lonely mansion lies a lady hot with passion
E B7
And a man to busy to care
E A
When he’s off with his brokers she invites me over
E B7 E
To the room at the top of the stairs
A E
Lord he’d never believe that these old worn out jeans
E B7
Have been thrown across his best velvet chair
E A
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
E B7 E
In the room at the top of the stairs
E A
As I hide here and wait for him to drive out the gate
E B7
Lord my heart is already up there
E A
And my hands won’t stop shaking at the thought of her aching
E B7 E
In the room at the top of the stairs
B7 E A
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
E B7 E
In the room at the top of the stairs