by The Eagles
| Intro | G | Gmaj7 | C | Am | D | G |
| G | Gmaj7 | C |
| City girls just | seem to find out | early, |
| Am | D |
| how to open doors with just a | smile. |
| G | Gmaj7 | C | |
| A | rich old man and | she won't have to | worry; |
| Am | C | G | C | D | |
| she'll | dress up all in | lace and go in | style | . |
| G | Gmaj7 | C |
| Late at night a | big old house gets | lonely; |
| Am | D | |
| I gues | s every form of refuge has it | s price. |
| G | Gmaj7 | C |
| And it breaks her heart to | think her love is | only |
| Am | C | G | C | D | |
| Given | to a man wit | h hands as cold a | s ice | . |
| G | Gmaj7 | C | |
| So she | tells him she must | go out for the | evening |
| Am | D | |
| To | comfort an old friend who's feeling | down. |
| G | Gmaj7 | C | |
| Bu | t he knows where she | 's goin' as she | 's leavin'; |
| Am | C | G | D | G | |
| She' | s headed for th | at cheatin' side of to | wn. | Stop |
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| Interlude | G | Gmaj7 | C | Am | D | G |
| G | Gmaj7 | C | |
| She | gets up and | pours herself a | strong one |
| Am | D | |
| An | d stares out at the stars up in th | e sky. |
| G | Gmaj7 | C |
| Another night, it' | s gonna be | a long one; |
| Am | C | G | C | D | |
| She | draws the shade and | hangs her head to | cry. |
| G | Gmaj7 | C | |
| And sh | e wonders how i | t ever got thi | s crazy |
| Am | D | |
| She | thinks about a boy she knew in | school |
| G | Gmaj7 | C | |
| Did | she get tired or | did she just get | lazy |
| Am | C | G | C | D | |
| She's | so far gone, she f | eels just like a | fool |
| G | Gmaj7 | C |
| My, oh my, you | sure know how to a | rrange things; |
| Am | D | |
| You | set it up so well, so careful | ly. |
| G | Gmaj7 | C | |
| Ain't it | funny how your | new life didn't | change things; |
| Am | C | G | D | G | |
| You're | still the same old | girl you used to | be. | Stop |
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| Am | D | G | |
| There | ain't no way to | hide your lyin | eyes |
| Am | D | G | |
| H | oney you can't | hide your lyin' | eyes. |