A Sight For Sore Eyes
Tom Waits
Another old Waits tune I couldn’t find on here so worked out a simple version. This is for the version on "Foreign Affairs" album. The Am chord at the start of each the third line is really just step up from to . Play It Like This A|----0-2-3--| E|--3--------| Where there is Chord Followed by an C/B = X20010 Should the mood take you. INTRO: Is Played To The Air Of "Auld Lang Syne" For Auld Land Syne My Dear For Auld Lang Syne We’ll Take A Drop Of Kind My Dear For The Sake Of Auld Lang Syne Mr. Waits is giving us a subtle lesson in how to take one song and turn it into another. If you like it? Please take the time to RATE IT! Thanks flatwound A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES INTRO: A sight for sore eyes It’s a long time no see Workin’ hard hardly workin’ Hey man you know me Water under the bridge Did’ya see my new car Well It’s bought and it’s paid for Parked out-side of the bar And hey Barkeep what’s keeping you Keep pouring drinks For all these palookas Hey You know what I thinks That we toast To the old days And Di-Mag-gio too An’ old Drysdales and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you INST: Oh You know the ol’ gang ain’t around Everyone has left town ’Cept for Selma ’n’ Giardina Said they just might be down Oh Half drunk all the time An’ I’m all drunk the rest Monk’s still the champion Oh But I am the best And hey barkeep what’s keeping you Keep pouring drinks For all these palookas Hey You know what I thinks That we toast to the old days And Di-Mag-gio too An’ old Drysdales and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you INST: Guess you heard about Nash He was killed in a crash Oh That must have been two Or three years ago now Yeah He spun out And he rolled Hit a telephone pole And died with the radio on Flo She’s married with a kid Finally split up with Sid He’s up north For a nickle’s worth For armed robbery And I’ll play you some pinball No You ain’t got a chance Then go on over and Ask her to dance And hey barkeep what’s keeping you Keep pouring drinks For all these palookas Hey You know what I thinks That we toast to the old days And Di-Mag-gio too An’ old Drysdales and Mantle Whitey Ford and to you-oo-o OUTRO:
