Allan Taylor — Notes From Paris

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[Intro]
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[Verse]
      G
I can still hear him playing, April in Paris
D
Dexter's blowing his horn
       C                  G
It's a used up tune for a faded moon
   C                                        D
He plays for the memory of something that's gone

[Verse]
G
Plays like a lover, who's holding a dream
        D
When he knows that the dream won't last
     C                         G
He's going down slow, but he's scared to let go
C                                    D
Deep down he knows, the dreaming has passed

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
G
One hit of cocaine, one hit of horse
      D
He'll take what's on offer today
       C               G
It's a loser's refrain come back again
     C                              D
That thin line of snow to blow you away

[Verse]
       G
He says "Buy me a vin rouge, buy me a beer
      D
As he sits in The Blue Note Café
     C                    G
He's ending his days in a purple haze
   C                                  D
As pink and blue neon drag night into day

[Chorus]
        C            D        Em
And the dancers have left the floor
        C                      D                       Em
And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door
            C
The old man's hung up his horn
                D
He's playing no more

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
     G
It's not for the money, it's not for the fame
         D
It's for something that sings through it all
         C                      G
When the music rings true, your soul comes through
    C                                          D
And that's what you do, 'til you hear the last chord

[Verse]
     G
They say we go out the way we came in
            D
It's how we played it that marks out the man
          C                G
If we can leave a trace of beauty and grace
        C                                    D
Then it wasn't for nothing, just part of the plan

[Chorus]
        C            D        Em
And the dancers have left the floor
        C                      D                       Em
And the last of the late night drinkers are out of the door
            C
The old man's hung up his horn
                D
He's playing no more

[Outro]
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