Every Picture Tells A Story(Chords)

	        Intro: 
D C7 G F# E 

First Verse: 
D               C7      E                
Spent some time feelin inferior 
C7                       G 
Standing in front of my mirror 
D                   C7       E 
Combed my hair in a thousand ways 
C7                             G 
But I came out looking just the same 
D           C7               E 
Daddy said, son, you better see the world 
C7                                   G 
I wouldnt blame you if you wanted to leave 
D                           C7             E 
But remember one thing dont lose your head 
     C7                        D    D Am7  
To a woman thatll spend your bread 
D            Am7          D             Am7 
So I got out 

Paris was a place you could hide away 
If you felt you didnt fit in 
French police wouldnt give me no peace 
They claimed I was a nasty person 
Down along the left bank minding my own 
Was knocked down by a human stampede 
Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot 
When all I wanted was a cup of tea 
I was accused 
I moved on 

Down in rome I wasnt getting enough 
Of the things that keeps a young man alive 
My body stunk but I kept my funk 
At a time when I was right out of luck 
Getting desperate indeed I was 
Looking like a tourist attraction 
Oh my dear I better get out of here 
for the vatican dont give no sanction 
I wasnt ready for that, no no 

I moved right out east yeah! 
On the peking ferry I was feeling merry 
Sailing on my way back here 
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady 
By the light of an eastern moon 
Shangai lil never used the pill 
She claimed that it just aint natural 
She took me up on deck and bit my neck 
Oh people I was glad I found her 
Oh yeah I was glad I found her 

I firmly believe that I didnt need anyone but me 
I sincerely thought I was so complete 
Look how wrong you can be 

The women Ive known I wouldnt let tie my shoe 
They wouldnt give you the time of day 
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet 
God I was glad I found her 
And if they had the words I could tell to you 
To help you on the way down the road 
I couldnt quote you no dickens, shelley or keats 
cause its all been said before 
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off 
You didnt have to come here anyway 
                     E 
So remember, every picture tells a story dont it
	        

Written by Rod Stewart/Ron Wood