Free Four

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

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

[Verse 3]
   G                   C          
So all aboard for the American 
       D                         
tour, and maybe you'll make it to 
  G
the top.
    G                          C
But 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.

[Break]
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| G    | G    | G    | G    |

[Verse 4]
    G                    C         
And you are the angel of death and 
D                   G
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                        
And who calls the tune in the 
 C
courtroom?
    D                     G
And who beats the funeral drum?

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

[Other]
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| G    | G    | G    | G    | x7
(fade out)