Southbound Jericho Park

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There was a man whose memories 
    A
were made up of nothing.
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He pushed the elevator button, and 
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go home to nothing.
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Yes his business had prospered 
            C
but women get lonely sometimes,
Now she has the house
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His son in college had dropped 
                C
out to expand his mind.
    Em
And Sarah, his daughter had not 
spoken to him.
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Maybe he'd raised her the wrong way.
A
 He wondered.
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He checked his mailbox, with 
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fingers a-tremblin' no mail, from 
anyone.
     Em
”I'm home“ he said softly, as he 
opened the door
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And gazed at his empty apartment, 
aching, thinking.

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Southbound Jericho parkway is 
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what you call a one-way street.
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Southbound Jericho parkway is 
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what you call a one-way street.
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At 7.20, Monday after New Year, Mr
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 Henry Johnson leaned against the 
pedal
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Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove 
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himself into a wall.

G
How could a thing such as this ever 
happen.
All the community said it was shame.
         B
He was a good man, he was a clean 
man yeah,
That's what he was a good and clean 
man
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And his landlady said he was an 
             C
exemplary tenant.
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They're always nice and quiet when 
                        G
they're all alone at his age.

C7
The young man sat, on a small woven 
mat.
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While the silken smoke it circled 
     C7
over head.
The cigarettes were there to prove 
he didn't care
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Bout the contents of the telegram 
          C7
he'd just read.
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Father, father, father.
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You always seemed to be so out of 
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reach.
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And the psychedelic sign read: 
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peace.

Apartment in New York, a girl closes
 the door,
And leans against it with her head 
bowed low.
Thoughts raced through her mind of 
when she was a child.
Raised warmly by a man she didn't 
know.
Father, father, father.
She wished she had phoned him 
yesterday
There were so many things she had to
 say

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Henry, the check is in my hands
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Brought by the insurance man to 
Cm
cover all my plans
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We'll have flowers, your broker will
 be there
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And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy
Cm
 with all his hair
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And the sun rose, and the sunset 
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as it always has,
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And people yet unknown, were busy 
being born,
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And time when past.