From a Dead Beal To An Old Greaser

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 From a dead beat to an old 
 A                     F#m
greaser  here's thinking of you.
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You won't remember the long nights
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coffee bars and black tights and 
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white thighs
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in shop windows  where blonde 
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assistants
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fully-fashioned a world
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made of dummies with no mummies 
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or daddies to reject them
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When bombs were banned every 
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Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I
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And tired young sax-players sold 
                      Em Bm
their instruments of torture
Continúa después del anuncio
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Sat in a station sharing wet dreams
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of Charlie Parker  Jack Kerouac  
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Rene Magritte
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to name a few  of the heroes
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who were too wise for their own good
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left the young brood to go on 
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living without them.

**Intrumental** (F#m  A  F#m  E  Em 
 Bm  G  C)

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Old queers with young faces  who
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 remember your name
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though you're a dead beat with 
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tired feet
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two ends that don't meet.
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To a dead beat from an old greaser
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  Think you must have me all wrong
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I didn't care  friend.
         Em     Bm
I wasn't there  friend
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If it's the price of a pint that 
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you need  ask me again.