::::::::::: Poor Places ::::::::::: Capo on 3rd fret G D Em C A7 C It's my fathers' voice dreaming of sailors sailin' off in the mornin' For the air-conditioned rooms at the top of the stairs His jaw's been broken, his bandage is wrapped too tight His fangs have been pulled and I really wanna see you tonight There's bourbon on the breath of the singer you love so much He takes all his words from the books that you don't read anyway His jaw's been broken, his bandage is wrapped too tight His fangs have been pulled and I really wanna see you tonight Someone ties a bow in my backyard to show me love My voice is climbin' walls, smoking, and I want love My jaw's been broken, my heart is wrapped in ice My fangs have been pulled and I really wanna see you tonight G D Em G7 And it makes no difference to me C Am7sus4 G A How they cried all over on the seas C Cm G When it's hot in the poor places tonight Eb C G I'm not goin' outside They cried all over on the seas And it makes no difference to me And it's hot in the poor places tonight (Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot) I'm not goin' outside (Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot) And it's hot in the poor places tonight (Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot) I'm not goin' outside (Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot) I'm not goin' outside (Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot) I'm not goin' outside (Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot) Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel Fox-trot Yan-kee Ho-tel-- Am7sus4 = x00013