Michael Stanley Band - Midwest Midnight Chords

[Intro]
 
A G D
A G D
 
[Verse 1]
 
A                     D                E
With thirteen lovers I hid beneath the covers
A                   D           E
 got staples in my hands for my time
A                          F#
 With the radio low so the folks don't know
    D                         E
 I proceed with my passion of crime...
            A                          D         E
 And though somewhat obtuse, I've been told this abuse
A                                  D    E
 will more than likely make me go blind
A                                            F#
 But with a heart that's aching, it's a risk worth taking
         D                 E               A
 'cause true love, they say, is so hard to find...
 
A D E
A D E
 
[Verse 2]
 
A                             D        E
 Why can't she see what she's doing to me
A                                D    E
 If that bandstand girl only was here
A                                   F#
 And I'm living the dream, getting lost on the screen,
       D                       E
 doing Presley in front of the mirror...
A                        D           E
 Hanging around, getting high on the sounds
        A                   D       E
 of the ladies and electric guitars
         A                      F#
 Cross a double yellow line to who knows where
      D                    E            A
 with six sets of glory a night in some bar...
 
 
 
[Chorus]
 
 D   A    E    A
 Midwest midnight
 D                    E       A
 Ten thousand watts of holy light
        F#m  D     A    E
 from my radio so clear...
 D   A   E   A       D          E   A
 Bodies glistening, everybody's listening
       F#m                D                      E  (hold on this E)
 as the man plays all the hits that you want to hear.
 
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
        A                       D           E
 With a will to believe, and my songs on my sleeve
    A                      D       E
 If only I'd known from the start
         A                   F#
 Such a sensitive toy, for a suburban boy
      D                            E
 who believed he was suffering for art...
          A
 But then something went wrong
        D               E
 and he watched as his songs
        A                        D      E
 met a slow death of silence, but worse
        A                     F#
 He was taken to task, by some critic who asked,
         D              E          A
 "Do you write the words or lyrics first..."
 
 
 
 
[Bridge]
 A (HOLD)
 I hear’m callin….
 
 D
 "Boy, you should be grateful
             A
 to get your foot inside the door.
                  G
 You know there's thousands out there
 D                      A
 who would take your place...
      D
 This attitude of yours, my son,
           A
 well, it lacks the due respect...
     G                  D
 You bite the hand that feeds you--
 E                    E7 (CONTINUE TO STRUM)
 even if you're never fed..."
 
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
 A                           D          E
 Chasing the fame keeps 'em all in the game
     A                              D      E
 But money's still the way they keep score
     A                     F#
 And nobody told you that you would get older
 D                           E
 strung out like some Avenue whore...
 A                        D                E
 Waiting release, getting shot through the grease,
     A               D       E
 some L.A. madonna's maligned
     A                          F#
 And New York's calling just to see if you've heard
           D             E
 'bout the great English band
           A
 they just signed....
 
 
 
 
[Chorus]
 D   A    E    A
 Midwest midnight
 D                    E      A
 Ten thousand watts of holy light
         F#m  D    A    E
 from my radio so clear...
 D   A   E   A      D           E    A
 Bodies glistening, everybody's listening
       F#m                D                      E  (hold on this E)
 as the man plays all the hits that you want to hear.