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Ian Matthews     Reno Nevada  written Richard  Farina

electric guitar  Richard Thompson
acoustic guitar  Andy Roberts
bass             Pat Donaldson
drums            Gerry Conway
electric guitar  Tim Renwick

F#m *   play  F#m to E6  over and over

F#m *
It's a long way down to Reno Nevada

It's a long way to your home

And the change in your pocket it's beginnig to grumble

And you reap just about what you sow
        Bm            E6
You can walk down the street
          Bm        E6
Pass your face in a window
         F#m       C#7
you can go fooling around
        F#m                        Bm
you can work night and day take a chance on promotion
                                   F#m
you can fall through a hole in the ground
F#m *
Now there ain't no game like the game that you're playing

When you've got a little something to lose

And there ain't no time like the time that you're wasting

And you waste just about what you choose
          Bm         E6            Bm             E6
There's a man at the table and you know he's been able
     F#m                        C#7
To return all the odds that you lay
        F#m
But you can't feed your hunger
        Bm
And you ain't getting younger
                                    F#m    F#m  D  C#7   F#m
And your tounge it's got nothing to say

SOLO

F#m *
It's a long way down to Reno Nevada

It's a long way to your home

And the ground underneath you it's beginning to tremble

And the sky up above you has grown
          Bm         E6       Bm         E6
There's a time to be moving a time to be groving
       F#m                        C#7
And a time just to climb up the wall
        F#m
But the odds they've doubled
       Bm
And it ain't worth the trouble
           F#m
and you're never going nowhere at all
        F#m *
It's a long way down to Reno Nevada

It's a long way to your home

And the ground underneath you it's beginning to tremble

And the sky up above you has grown
          Bm         E6            Bm             E6
There's a man at the table and you know he's been able
      F#m                        C#7
To return all the odds that you lay
        F#m
But you can't feed your hunger
        Bm
And you ain't getting younger
                                    F#m
And your tounge it's got nothing to say



   From  Ian Matthews If You Saw Thro My Eyes
   Vertigo Records
   Warner Brothers Music(ASCAP)

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