Tragic

 A
For his pleasure he sits sweating
               D   C              
The ghost of a man who now haunts 
      A
himself
A                                 
Hear the steady tick of time like 
   D
a levee
        C               A
Holding in his troubled mind
A
He was proud he was strong
           D                    C 
Now he's counting back the days to
            A
 what went wrong
A
A pipe a dream a fearful scream
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          D          C            
All these FBI agents hiding in 
         A
your pine trees


G       D    A
Lord it is tragic 4x


A                                 
Burning faster than a fuse lit 
       D
from both ends
C            A     A
He spirals down  At the ready with a
 list of excuses
             D        C           
Most of his friends they don't 
      A
know him now
A
The family's tired and confused
           D                       
He's still trying to make an offer 
C             A
they can't refuse
A
Is he clean is he free
          D                C      
Are those FBI agents still hiding 
              A
in his pine trees?


G        D   A
Lord it is tragic 4x