Wild West End
Mark Knopfler / Dire Straits: Dire Straits (1978)
|  | 4x | F | F | Gm7 | A# | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
|  |  |  |  |  |  | Steppin' out to | Angellucci's, | for my coffee beans |  | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
|  | checking out the | movies, | and the magazines |  | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
|  | waitress she | watches me, | crossing from the Barocco bar |  | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
|  | I'm getting a | pickup, | for my | steel guitar | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
| I saw you | walking out, |  | Shaftsbury | Avenue | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
|  | excuse me | talking, I wanna |  | marry you | 
|  | F | F | Gm | A# | 
|  | this is | seventh heaven street to me, | don't you be so | proud | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
|  | You're just another | angel, |  | in the crowd. | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# |  |  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | 
| And I'm | walking in the | wild west end |  |  | - |  | Walking in the | wild west end |  |  | 
|  | F | F | Gm7 | A# | Cm | A# | G# | F | D# | F | 
|  | Walking with your | wild best friend |  |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
| Now my conductress on the number nineteen, she was a honey (she was a honey) |  | 
| pink toenails and hands all dirty with the money |  | 
| greasy greasy greasy hair, easy smile |  | 
| made me feel nineteen, for awhile |  | 
| and I went down to Chinatown |  | 
| in the backroom it's a man's world, all the money go down |  | 
| Duck inside the doorway, duck to eat |  | 
| just ain't no way, you and me, we can't beat |  | 
| And I'm walking in the wild west end - Walking in the wild west end |  | 
| Walking with your wild best friend |  | 
  
| Now the gogo dancing girl, yes I saw her |  | 
| the deejay, he say, "Here's Mandy for Ya" |  | 
| I feel all right to have seen her do that stuff |  | 
| She's dancing high, I move on by, the close-ups can get rough |  | 
| when you're walking in the wild west end - walking in the wild west end |  | 
|  | 3x | Cm | A# | G# | F | D# | F | 
| Walking with your wild best friend |  |  |  |  |  |  |  | 
  
 
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