Dire Straits
On Every Street
On Every Street
> F Am G C
There's gotta be a record of you some place
> F G C
You gotta be on somebody's books
> F Am G Am
The low-down - a picture of your face
> F G
Your injured looks
> F C
The sacred and profane
> F Am G
The pleasure and the pain
> Am G F Em
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
> Dm B Am Em
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
> Am C G G F G C G Am
A lady-killer - regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh it's a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
> Am C G G F G C G Am
A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
It's a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
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