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)
