E               A               B               A
E|---------------|---------------|---------------|---------------|
B|--------9------|--------7------|--------9------|--------7------|
G|------9---9----|------9---9----|------9---9----|------9---9----|
D|----9-------9--|----7-------7--|----9-------9--|----7-------7--|
A|--7------------|--7------------|--7------------|--7------------|
E|---------------|---------------|---------------|---------------|


E                         A
Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips,
        B                           A
She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips,
          E              A
She's got deep brown eyes,
                B        A
That've seen it all.

E                               A
Working at a nightclub that was called The Avenue
    B                                A
The bar men used to call her "Little Lisa, Looney Tunes"
         E   A
She went down,
             B  A
on almost anyone.


        F#m                       G#m 
From the hard time living 'til the Chelsea days,
              A                              B
From when her hair went sweet blonde 'til the day it turned grey

She said;


[Chorus]

E           A
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
       B                       A
You've got more than money and sense, my friend
           E             A              B     A
You've got heart, and you're goin' your own way.
E           A
L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.
         B                   A
What you don't have now will come back again
           E             A              B     A
You've got heart, and you're goin' your own way.


     E                                A 
Some people wear their history like a map on their face,
    B                      A
And Joey was an artist just living out of case,
        E        A                 B    A
But his best work, was his letters home.

 E                               A
Extended works of fiction about imaginary success,
     B                             A
When chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends,
         E      A                    B   A
But to a writer, the truth is no big deal.


        F#m                     G#m
From the hard time living to the sleepless nights,
        A                            B
And the black and blue body from the weekend fights

He'd say;


[Chorus]


     A              E            C#m           B
On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky
     E               A      C#m          B
Just breathe in the air and blink in the light
     A              E           C#m        B
On my last night on earth, I'll pay a high price
   E       A              C#m          B
To have no regrets and be done with my life