Free Four

G                         C      
The memories of a man in his old 
        D                     G
age are the deeds of a man in his 
prime.
                            C      
You shuffle in gloom in the 
      D                         G
sickroom and talk to yourself till 
you die.

                      C         
Life is a short, warm moment and 
 D                    G
death is a long cold rest.
You get your chance to try in the 
C
twinkling of an eye:
D                                
Eighty years, with luck, or even 
G
less.

                       C           
So all aboard for the American 
      D                           
tour, and maybe you'll make it to 
G
the top.
                               C
And mind how you go, and I can tell 
you, 'cause I know.
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    D                       G
You may find it hard to get off.

B  Bsus4  B  G  A  B  Bsus4  

B  G  A  G

G                    C         D
You are the angel of death and I
                   G
 am the dead man's son.
And he was buried like a mole in a 
C
fox hole.
    D                        G
And everyone is still on the run.

                         C
And who is the master of fox hounds?
    D                        G
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the 
  C
courtroom?
    D                     G
And who beats the funeral drum?

                              C    
The memories of a man in his old 
          D                     G
age are the deeds of a man in his 
prime.
                            C      
You shuffle in gloom in the 
      D                         G
sickroom and talk to yourself as you
 die.

( B  Bsus4  B  G  A  B  Bsus4  
B  G  A  G )