| G | |
| It's another tequila sunrise |
| D | Am | D7 | G | |
| Starin' slowly 'cross the | sky | , said good | bye |
| G | |
| He was just a hired hand |
| D | Am | D7 | G | |
| Workin on the dreams he planned to | try | , the days go | by |
| Em | C | |
| Every night when the | sun goes down |
| Em | C | Em | |
| Just another | lonely boy in | town |
| Am | D7 | |
| And | she's out runnin' | round |
| G | |
| She wasn't just another woman |
| D | Am | D7 | G | |
| And I couldn't keep from comin' | on | , it's been so | long |
| G | |
| Oh and it's a hollow feelin' |
| D | Am | D7 | G | |
| When it comes down to dealin' | friends | , it never | ends |
| Am | D | |
| Take another | shot of courage |
| Bm | E | Am | B | Em7 | A | |
| Wonder why the | right words never | come | , you just get | numb |
| G | |
| It's another tequila sunrise |
| D | Am | D7 | G | |
| This old world still looks the | same | , another | frame |
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