'Hangdog Hotel Room' by Gordon Lightfoot - Guitar Tutorial

            Intro: G  A  C  G  D  G   
                     
                      A                      
I go in for singing, I do it for my pay  
         C                   G              
But the kind of gig I can really dig  
         D                            
Happens just at the break of day  
        G                      F             
With a few good friends and neighbors  
      C                       G         
Into playing the nighttime tunes  
    C                       G                    D           G  
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room  
 
                      A                      
I believe in magic, a little monkeyshines 
             C                     G                     D       
But the kind of row I can really hoe is playing in tune on time 
        G                      F           C            G      
With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom 
 C                       G                    D          G      
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room 
 
 G                      F           C          G       
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune 
 C                       G                    D          G      
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room  
 
                      A       
When it comes to morning and going out at night 
             C                     G                 D        
Well the kind of test that I like the best is treating 
the wrong girl right 
        G                      F           C     G     
And a few good friends and neighbors in to playing 
the nighttime tunes 
 C                       G                    D             G    
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room  
 
 G                      F           C            G       
Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune 
 C                       G                    D          G      
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room  
 
      G                      F           C           G      
With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom 
 C                       G                    D          G      
So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room