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G
F
C G
Stake my future on a hell of a past
G
F
C G
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
G
F
C G
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got
G
F
C G
Seen better times, but who has not?
G F
C G
Silvio, Silver and gold
G
F
C
G
Won't buy back the beat of a heart
grown cold
G F C G
Silvio, I gotta go
G
F
C G
Find out something only dead men
know.
Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come knocking don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like it you can leave me alone.
I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train.
Silvio, Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart
grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men
know.
I give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it's time to go you got an open door.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain.
Silvio, Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart
grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men
know.
One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong.
Silvio, Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart
grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men
know.
Silvio, Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart
grown cold
Silvio, I gotta go
Find out something only dead men
know.
Copyright © 1988 Special Rider Music and Ice Nine Music
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