Originally in E, I play in A, the highest note that
matters is the 5.
| A | E | F#m | D |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Just a | small town girl, | living in a | lonely world |
| A | E | C#m | D |
| She took the | midnight train going | anywhe | re |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Just a | city boy, | born and raised in | south Detroit |
| A | E | C#m | D |
| He took the | midnight train going | anywhe | re |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| x 2 |
| A | E | F#m |
| A singer in a sm | oky room |
| D | |
| The smell of wine and | cheap perfume |
| A | E |
| For a smile they can | share the night |
| C#m | D | |
| It goes | on and on and | on and on |
Pattern repeats here, only including the extended chords for the
first line.
| E/D | D | E/D | D | E/A | A | E/A | A |
| Strang | ers | wait | ing | up and down the | boulev | ard |
| D | A | |
| Their | shadows searching in the n | ight |
| D | A |
| Streetlights, people, | living just to find emotion |
| D | E | A | E | A | D |
| Hiding, somewhere in the | night |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Working hard to | get my fill, | everybody | wants a thrill |
| A | E | C#m | D |
| Paying anything to r | oll the dice, just | one more time |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Some will win, | some will lose, | some are born to | sing the blues |
| A | E | C#m | D |
| Oh the movie | never ends, it goes | on and on and | on and on |
| D | A |
| Strangers waiting | up and down the boulevard |
| D | A | |
| Their | shadows searching in the n | ight |
| D | A |
| Streetlights, people, | living just to find emotion |
| D | E | A | E | A | D |
| Hiding, somewhere in the | night |
Solo if appropriate over verse chords
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Don’t stop bel | ieving | hold on to that | feeling |
| A | E | C#m | D |
| Streetlights, | people oo-o | h |
| A | E | F#m | D |
| Don’t stop bel | ieving | hold on |
| A | E | C#m | D |
| Streetlights, | people oo-o | h |