F               Am          G         C
		There's gotta be a record of you some place
		F                 G          C
		You gotta be on somebody's books
		F     Am          G               Am
		The low-down - a picture of your face
		F            G
		Your injured looks
		F                C
		The sacred and profane
		F                    Am   G
		The pleasure and the pain
		Am              G            F          Em
		Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
		Dm                     B          Am          Em
		And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
		Am  C G G F G C G Am
		A lady-killer - regulation tattoo
		Silver spurs on his heels
		Says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you
		She threw herself under my wheels
		Oh it's a dangerous road
		And a hazardous load
		And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat
		And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
		Am  C G G F G C G Am
		A three-chord symphony crashes into space
		The moon is hanging upside down
		I don't know why it is I'm still on the case
		It's a ravenous town
		And you still refuse to be traced
		Seems to me such a waste
		And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet
		And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
		Am  C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am … G