G D A7 D
In the room at the top of the stairs
D G
We grew up together on the wrong side of the river
D A7
And her dream was to make it to here
D G
Well she won his attention and a place in his mansion
D A7 D
In the room at the top of the stairs
D G
In that cold lonely mansion lies a lady hot with passion
D A7
And a man to busy to care
D G
When he’s off with his brokers she invites me over
D A7 D
To the room at the top of the stairs
G D
Lord he’d never believe that these old worn out jeans
D A7
Have been thrown across his best velvet chair
D G
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
D A7 D
In the room at the top of the stairs
D G
As I hide here and wait for him to drive out the gate
D A7
Lord my heart is already up there
D G
And my hands won’t stop shaking at the thought of her aching
D A7 D
In the room at the top of the stairs
A7 D G
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
D A7 D
In the room at the top of the stairs