St. Olav's Gate    Tom Russell

Capo 3rd fret

(G) Drinking black market vodka
In the back of the Scotsman sa(Am)loon,
And then it's (D)red meat and whiskey,
Like a coyote drunk on the (G)moon.
But outside in Oslo
The buskers all sing the same (C)tune, (C/B) (Am) (Am/G)
Well, it's (D)Waltzing Matilda,
While the bagpipes play old Clare de (G)Lune.

She was a lady,
She came down from Bergen, she (Am)said.
She (D)spoke a little English,
They laughed and drank whiskey in(G)stead.
In the mornin' he found it,
A rose with a note on his (C)plate, (C/B) (Am) (Am/G)
It said, (D)"Meet me at midnight
On the corner of St. Olav's (G)Gate."

So here's to the ladies
You love and you don't see a(Am)gain,
The (D)night is warm whiskey,
The morning's a cold bitter (G)wind.
Yeah, the blue eyed madonna leaves town,
But a drunken man (C)waits, (C/B) (Am) (Am/G)
(D)Standing alone
In the shadows of St. Olav's (G)Gate.
- Instrumental verse -

So here's to the ladies
You love and you don't see a(Am)gain,
The (D)night is warm whiskey,
The morning's a cold bitter (G)wind.
Yeah, the blue eyed madonna left town,
But a drunken man (C)waits, (C/B) (Am) (Am/G)
(D)Standing alone
In the shadows of St. Olav's (G)Gate,
(D)Standing alone
In the shadows of St. Olav's (G)Gate.

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