E B F#7 B
In the room at the top of the stairs
B E
We grew up together on the wrong side of the river
B F#7
And her dream was to make it to here
B E
Well she won his attention and a place in his mansion
B F#7 B
In the room at the top of the stairs
B E
In that cold lonely mansion lies a lady hot with passion
B F#7
And a man to busy to care
B E
When he’s off with his brokers she invites me over
B F#7 B
To the room at the top of the stairs
E B
Lord he’d never believe that these old worn out jeans
B F#7
Have been thrown across his best velvet chair
B E
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
B F#7 B
In the room at the top of the stairs
B E
As I hide here and wait for him to drive out the gate
B F#7
Lord my heart is already up there
B E
And my hands won’t stop shaking at the thought of her aching
B F#7 B
In the room at the top of the stairs
F#7 B E
Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
B F#7 B
In the room at the top of the stairs