My Death

Intro: Em  Em7  Em6  Em(b6)

Em        Em7              Em6
       My death waits like
Em(b6)          Em         Em7
       an old roué
  Em6        Em6
So confident
           Em
I'll go his way

Em7               Em6
       Whistle to him
Em(b6)          D            
      and the passing time
Dsus4  D

G                    A
      My death waits like
G            C
a Bible truth
     F             Am      Am/G
at the funeral of my youth
      F
oh we drank for that
       G
and the passing time

  G#m                     F#
      My death waits like
         G#m
a witched night
F#                     G#m
as surely as our love is bright
       F#              B
let's not think about the passing 
time

Em                D                C
But whatever lies behind the door
                      B
there is nothing much to do
Em             D             C   
Angel or Devil I don't care
  C\B

           Am       Am\G        
For in front of that door there 
     B
is you
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Bb     C#  Gm
Gm
My death waits like

a beggar blind

who sees the world through an unlit 
mind
                      F
throw him a dime for the passing 
time

 Bb            C#               
My death waits there between your 
   Bb
thighs
       G#                    Cm
Your cold fingers will close my eyes
   G#
Let's think of that
     Bb
And the passing time

Bm              A
My death waits
         Bm
to allow my friend
A
a few good  times
        Bm
before it ends
      A
so let's drink to that
     F#
and the passing time

G                 F              
but whatever lies behind the door
      Eb

                      D            G
there is nothing much to do
           F              Eb
Angel or Devil I don't care

for in front of that door
      D
there is you

Gm
My death waits there

among the leaves

in magicians mysterious sleeves

rabbits and dogs
             F
and the passing time

Bb             C#
My death waits there
       Bb
among the flowers
       G#              C#m
where the blackest shadow cowers
        G#             Bb
Let's pick lilacs for the passing 
time

Bm             A
My death waits there
         Bm
in a double bed
   A
sails of oblivion
   Bm
at my head
             A
so pull up your seats against
 F#
the passing time

 Gm               F               Eb
But whatever lies behind the door
              D            Gm
there is nothing much to do
              F
Angel or Devil
                Eb
I don't care

for in front of that door, there 
is...