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

[Verse 2]
    G                     C           D                    G
And life is a short, warm moment, and death is a long cold rest.
    G                             C
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
D                                G
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

[Verse 3]
   G                   C                 D                           G
So all aboard for the American tour, and maybe you'll make it to the top.
    G                          C
But mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know.
    D                       G
You may find it hard to get off.

[Break]
| B    | B  G A | B    | B  G A | x2
| G    | G    | G    | G    |

[Verse 4]
    G                    C         D                   G
And you are the angel of death and I am the dead man's son.
       G                       C
He was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
    D                       G
And everyone's still on the run.

[Verse 5]
    G                    C
And who is the master of fox hounds?
    D                        G
And who says the hunt has begun?
    G                         C
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
    D                     G
And who beats the funeral drum?

[Verse 6]
    G                         C              D                     G
The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime.
    G                         C            D                       G
You shuffle in the gloom of a sickroom and talk to yourself as you die.

[Outro]
| B    | B  G A | B    | B  G A | x2
| G    | G    | G    | G    | x7
(fade out)