B7
'Bout four in the morning on a Sunday,
E7
Sacco drinking whiskey in church.
B7
Half pint of festival brandy,
E7
That boy 'bout to fall right off his perch.
B7
Well, that guy in the sweater's off duty,
E7
Well, he's out in front of that Welfare hotel.
B7
The guy in the dress is a beauty;
E7 F#7
Go all the way, I swear you never can tell.
C'mon honey and pull up your socks.
Chorus 3:
B7 F#7
We're all going down, down, down, down-town,
B7 E7 B7 F#7 B7
We're going down, down-town, we're going down, down-town.
Solo:
B7 F#7 B7, E7 B7, F#7 B7
Chorus 4:
B7 F#7
We're all going down, down, down, down-town,
B7 E7 B7 F#7 B7
We're going down, down-town, we're going down, down-town.