Cm7 F7 Cm
Perching high like an old-time man of law
F7 Cm F7 Abmaj7 Db
He travels on a barstool to enchanted lands
Cm F7 Cm
And as the world before him swims and glows
F7 Abmaj7 Db
The secret drinker's only sure that he is real
Gb E Abm Bb
By the feel of his elbows and the steadily increasing
D7 Bbm7 F
Weight of his forehead in his hands
Eb
And behind the bar
Db E Abm Bb Bb7
Like turreted and battlemented towns of long ago
Ebm Ebm7 Cb
The lines of coloured bottles swim and glow
Cm Dm G
Brilliantly as at the day of wrath
G7 Am
Or the year of the comet
Am C9 Dm
But the secret drinker is far from it
E E7
Away from it all
Am Em Am D Am
He can ease the present back into the past
F G9 Em
Staring at the pastels and the prisms on the shelf
E7 Am D Am
With the magic words that make the evening last
B7 Em
The same again and have one for yourself
Eb
He's a connoisseur
Db E Abm Bb Bb7
He can space it out with chasers, he can let it burn
Ebm Ebm7 Cb
It's a trick it takes a little while to learn
Cm Dm G G7 Am
You might see the youngsters of today sniff a cork and they vomit
Am C9 Dm
But the secret drinker is far from it
E E7
Away from it all
Am Em Am D Am
He can make the looming future lose its sting
F G9 Em
Staving off the pressure is a bargain at the price
E7 Am D Am
Of the magic words that make the angels sing
B7 Em
The same again, go easy on the ice
Cm7 F7 Cm
Perching high like an old-time man of law
F7 Cm F7 Abmaj7 Db
He travels on a barstool to enchanted lands
Cm7 F7 Cm
And as the world before him swims and glows
F7 Abmaj7 Db
The secret drinker's only sure that he is real
Cm7 F7 Cm F7
By the feel of his elbows and the steadily increasing
Cm F7 Abmaj7 Db
Weight of his forehead in his hands that should be ceasing
Gb E Abm Bb
To tremble by now and beginning to resemble
D7 Bbm7 F
The hands of a man he used to know
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