C
G7
C
The Iowa weather was thirteen below
F
C
I had come to Des Moines for a radio show
F
C
Am
I awoke in the evening from a traveler’s sleep
C
G7
C
With notions of something to eat
F
C
The old elevator slipped down past the floors
F
C
G7
My head and my eyes said you should have slept more
F
C
Am
The man at the desk said the restaurant was closed
C
G7
C
Outside it was fourteen below
G7
C
The lounge was still open and so I walked in
F
C
In place of my food I had two double gins
F
C
Am
I looked round the room as a tourist would do
C
G7
C
That’s when I saw the girl in the booth
F
C
She sat there and cried in the smoky half dark
F
C
G7
The silent type crying that tears out your heart
F
C
Am
Her clothes were not cut in the new modern way
C
G7
C
And her suitcase had seen better days
G7
C
Nobody asked her what caused her such pain
F
C
Nobody spoke up yet no one complained
F
C
Am
Without even asking I knew why she cried
C
G7
C
Life is just like that sometimes
F
C
The man at the desk said it’s fifteen below
F
C
G7
The bellhop said yeah man that’s cold that’s cold
F
C
Am
I went back to my room and I wrote down this song
C
G7
C
Oh it sure can get cold in Des Moines
Am
C
G7
F
