Chords for The hustler - Marc Almond
Tempo:
66.175 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
Gm
D
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Db] [Eb] [Fm] [Cm]
[Bb] [Ab] [Dm]
[Gm] [D] [Ab] [Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [D] [Dm] Over [Gm] there in the cold [Dm] stands the hustler, [D] his eyes are [Dm] old, he has [Gm] seen a million [C]
[Dm] ugly [D] scenes.
[Dm] Places where [Gm] men droop with mold, [Dm] the back rooms where [Gm] soiled goods are sold, seen with
opened eyes at [Dm] frail fifteen.
[Gm] [Dm] He found it [Gm] hard at first, but [Dm] on his brow there sits [Gm] a curse for when [Dm] the young must
suffer [Gm] at the hands [Dm] of men.
[Ab] Memories [Dm] of Christmas past [D] were never there [Dm] to ever last.
[D] Things [Ab] as were [Dm] can never [D]
[Ab] be [A] again.
[Dm] [Gm] Over there by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, he's [Gm] not very tall, [Dm] he's trampled [Gm] by the jaded
by [Dm] the sly.
[Gm] [Dm] He's seen the [Gm] darker side of men [Dm] first, fascinated, [Gm] and then [Dm] he found his [Gm] urge to laugh, [Dm] an urge to cry.
[Gm] He'll find close friends, [F] no friends at all, [Gm] he feels [G] so lonely, [F] tired and small, [Gm] how few
are [F] chosen from [Gm] [G] the golden [A] core.
[Dm]
There's something in us [Gm] all it seems, to [Dm] crave adventure, [Gm] hunt for dreams, but [Dm] [Gm] corruption,
the seducer spoils [Dm] our schemes.
[Gm]
[Dm] And surely as the [Gm] snow will [Dm] melt, the hustler grabs his [Gm] soul and heads for [Dm] home with lessons,
[Gm] learned under [Dm] his belt.
[D]
[Dm] Over there [Gm] by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, with [D] the men of law on either side [E] to flank
the shallow [Dm] youth.
[D] Ah, but some of us will [Gm] never learn, it [Dm] takes the [D] blow of fists to [Dm] burn how [Gm] painfully we
suffer [Dm] for the truth.
[D]
[Bb] [Ab] [Dm]
[Gm] [D] [Ab] [Dm] [Gm]
[Dm] [D] [Dm] Over [Gm] there in the cold [Dm] stands the hustler, [D] his eyes are [Dm] old, he has [Gm] seen a million [C]
[Dm] ugly [D] scenes.
[Dm] Places where [Gm] men droop with mold, [Dm] the back rooms where [Gm] soiled goods are sold, seen with
opened eyes at [Dm] frail fifteen.
[Gm] [Dm] He found it [Gm] hard at first, but [Dm] on his brow there sits [Gm] a curse for when [Dm] the young must
suffer [Gm] at the hands [Dm] of men.
[Ab] Memories [Dm] of Christmas past [D] were never there [Dm] to ever last.
[D] Things [Ab] as were [Dm] can never [D]
[Ab] be [A] again.
[Dm] [Gm] Over there by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, he's [Gm] not very tall, [Dm] he's trampled [Gm] by the jaded
by [Dm] the sly.
[Gm] [Dm] He's seen the [Gm] darker side of men [Dm] first, fascinated, [Gm] and then [Dm] he found his [Gm] urge to laugh, [Dm] an urge to cry.
[Gm] He'll find close friends, [F] no friends at all, [Gm] he feels [G] so lonely, [F] tired and small, [Gm] how few
are [F] chosen from [Gm] [G] the golden [A] core.
[Dm]
There's something in us [Gm] all it seems, to [Dm] crave adventure, [Gm] hunt for dreams, but [Dm] [Gm] corruption,
the seducer spoils [Dm] our schemes.
[Gm]
[Dm] And surely as the [Gm] snow will [Dm] melt, the hustler grabs his [Gm] soul and heads for [Dm] home with lessons,
[Gm] learned under [Dm] his belt.
[D]
[Dm] Over there [Gm] by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, with [D] the men of law on either side [E] to flank
the shallow [Dm] youth.
[D] Ah, but some of us will [Gm] never learn, it [Dm] takes the [D] blow of fists to [Dm] burn how [Gm] painfully we
suffer [Dm] for the truth.
[D]
Key:
Dm
Gm
D
Ab
F
Dm
Gm
D
[Eb] _ _ _ [Db] _ [Eb] _ _ [Fm] _ [Cm] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ [Ab] _ [Dm] _ [Gm] _
_ _ [Dm] _ [D] _ _ [Dm] Over [Gm] there in the cold [Dm] stands the hustler, [D] his eyes are [Dm] old, he has [Gm] seen a million [C]
[Dm] ugly [D] scenes.
_ _ [Dm] Places where [Gm] men droop with mold, [Dm] the back rooms where [Gm] soiled goods are sold, seen with
opened eyes at [Dm] frail fifteen.
[Gm] _ [Dm] He found it [Gm] hard at first, but [Dm] on his brow there sits [Gm] a curse for when [Dm] the young must
suffer [Gm] at the hands [Dm] of men.
[Ab] Memories [Dm] of Christmas past [D] were never there [Dm] to ever last.
[D] Things [Ab] as were [Dm] can never [D]
[Ab] be [A] again.
_ [Dm] _ [Gm] Over there by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, he's [Gm] not very tall, [Dm] he's trampled [Gm] by the jaded
by [Dm] the sly.
_ [Gm] _ [Dm] He's seen the [Gm] darker side of men [Dm] first, fascinated, [Gm] and then [Dm] he found his [Gm] urge to laugh, [Dm] an urge to cry.
_ [Gm] He'll find close friends, [F] no friends at all, [Gm] he feels [G] so lonely, [F] tired and small, [Gm] how few
are [F] chosen from [Gm] [G] the golden [A] _ core.
_ [Dm]
There's something in us [Gm] all it seems, to [Dm] crave adventure, [Gm] hunt for dreams, but [Dm] [Gm] corruption,
the seducer spoils [Dm] our schemes.
[Gm] _
[Dm] And surely as the [Gm] snow will [Dm] melt, the hustler grabs his [Gm] soul and heads for [Dm] home with lessons,
[Gm] learned under [Dm] his belt.
[D] _
_ [Dm] Over there [Gm] by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, with [D] the men of law on either side [E] to flank
the shallow [Dm] youth.
[D] Ah, but some of us will [Gm] never learn, it [Dm] takes the [D] blow of fists to [Dm] burn how [Gm] painfully we
suffer [Dm] for the truth.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ [Ab] _ [Dm] _ [Gm] _
_ _ [Dm] _ [D] _ _ [Dm] Over [Gm] there in the cold [Dm] stands the hustler, [D] his eyes are [Dm] old, he has [Gm] seen a million [C]
[Dm] ugly [D] scenes.
_ _ [Dm] Places where [Gm] men droop with mold, [Dm] the back rooms where [Gm] soiled goods are sold, seen with
opened eyes at [Dm] frail fifteen.
[Gm] _ [Dm] He found it [Gm] hard at first, but [Dm] on his brow there sits [Gm] a curse for when [Dm] the young must
suffer [Gm] at the hands [Dm] of men.
[Ab] Memories [Dm] of Christmas past [D] were never there [Dm] to ever last.
[D] Things [Ab] as were [Dm] can never [D]
[Ab] be [A] again.
_ [Dm] _ [Gm] Over there by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, he's [Gm] not very tall, [Dm] he's trampled [Gm] by the jaded
by [Dm] the sly.
_ [Gm] _ [Dm] He's seen the [Gm] darker side of men [Dm] first, fascinated, [Gm] and then [Dm] he found his [Gm] urge to laugh, [Dm] an urge to cry.
_ [Gm] He'll find close friends, [F] no friends at all, [Gm] he feels [G] so lonely, [F] tired and small, [Gm] how few
are [F] chosen from [Gm] [G] the golden [A] _ core.
_ [Dm]
There's something in us [Gm] all it seems, to [Dm] crave adventure, [Gm] hunt for dreams, but [Dm] [Gm] corruption,
the seducer spoils [Dm] our schemes.
[Gm] _
[Dm] And surely as the [Gm] snow will [Dm] melt, the hustler grabs his [Gm] soul and heads for [Dm] home with lessons,
[Gm] learned under [Dm] his belt.
[D] _
_ [Dm] Over there [Gm] by the wall [Dm] stands the hustler, with [D] the men of law on either side [E] to flank
the shallow [Dm] youth.
[D] Ah, but some of us will [Gm] never learn, it [Dm] takes the [D] blow of fists to [Dm] burn how [Gm] painfully we
suffer [Dm] for the truth.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _