E  
The manager is waiting to be paid  
 					A  E  
Along with priests and deacons of his court  
 				 A   
A quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the line  
                                E  
Has found a last cent avenue of pain  
 
A Mardi Gras just passed this way a while ago  
Making hungry people of us all  
Along the Mississippi you can hear the fiddlers play  
Fandangos and boleros to the lord  
 
A           E  
Many times, many tried,  
A                      E  
Simple stories are the best  
A             E  
Keep in mind, the wishful kind,  
A                           E  
Don't wanna be like all the rest.  
 
My uncle was a vicar in the big parade  
Selling fountain pens that never write  
San Sebastian gamblers never cheat nor lie  
They know good fences make good neighbours  
 
B			    A  
I wish I knew what time of year it was  
B                           A  
What kind of people will be there  
B                          A  
When gruesome tales of two cities ran  
A7              E  
Running all the way