Chords for Tim Rogers - Paragon Cafe

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_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#m] This is one of those songs you wish you never had to write.
[A] _ _ _ _ [E] We said goodbye to a friend [A] yesterday, the kind of man that the wind takes [F#] away.
[A#] He's something like a hurricane, [A] could take all hope from a [E] face.
I heard about it from his best [C#m] friend, I could hear his heart breaking as he told me [F#m] about the end.
[A#] Something so inevitable, [A] _ someone so [E] unforgettable. _ _
It's [G#m] gonna only take nine hours [A] if you take the hill highway.
I'm stopping for a cup of joe at [B] the Paragon [E] Cafe.
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_ [G#] At the Paragon [A] Cafe. _
_ [F#m] [E] I stopped off round the capital town, thought [A] I'd stop and spend the night and throw a couple
[A#] down, and I wound up on a toilet floor bleeding.
[A] Just seemed so appropriate somehow.
[E] I kept expecting you man, to pop up any [A] time.
Hey Rogers, you can't make mine a big black pint.
[A#] I guess that's gonna happen when you have those eyes that [A] sparkle like a highway neon sign.
[E] _ _ _ [G#m] It's gonna only take nine hours [A] if you take the hill highway.
I'm stopping for some raisin toast [E] at the Paragon Cafe. _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ [G#] At the Paragon [A] Cafe.
_ [E] Listen up man, I'll tell you, everybody they scrubbed up so clean.
[A] I guess funerals will do that, the shock [F#m] leaves a sheen.
[A#] Oh man, the faces that came on [A] out.
It was like the Annandale Hotel in 1993 and then [E] your mum, dad and Pete made some hell
[B] of a speech [C#m] about the life you're crammed in, so short and sweet [F#] and how you used to
bowl a real good fast one [A] as a greeting to every new foreign street.
So [E] it was Guinness at 11 with some kind of Snaps confection, [A] stories so fucking funny
from every direction, till there was [F#] a silence and someone choked and like dominoes [E] are one,
every one broke. _ _
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_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] So that was my cue to go yeah, to scream at the road, [A] nothing but volume and too many
smokes, what the hell do you [C#] do when the lights you've been following just fall [A] off and trail to nowhere?
Do you just give up and cave in?
Tell you what, Saturday night Brisbane, got a fucking lot of good people around [C#] here,
you're about to see Evan Dando, the [A] best country soul singer in the world.
No way baby, let's go. Be back.
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[F#m] At _ _ [G#] the _ PowerCon [A] Cafe, [E] yeah.
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