Funeral Tango
Scott Walker
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C F Em Dm G [Verse 1]C Ah, I can see them nowF Clutching a handkerchiefFm G And blowing me a kissC Em C Discreetly asking howC How come he died so youngF Or was he very oldFm G7 Is the body still warmG E E7 E Is it already coldAm All doors are open wideEm They grope around insideC7 F My desk, my drawers, my trunkFm Em There's nothing left to hideD#dim7 Some love letters are thereDm And an old photographG They've laid my poor soul bareC And all they do is laughEm C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha! {Verse 2]C Ah, I can see them allF So formal and so stiffFm G Like a sergeant-at-armsC Em C At the policeman's ballC And everybody's pushingContinues after the adF To be the first in lineFm G7 Their hearts upon their sleevesG E E7 E Like a ten-cent valentineAm The old women are thereEm Too old to give a damnC7 F They brought along the kidsFm Em Who don't know who I amD#dim7 They're thinking about the priceDm Of my funeral bouquetG What they're thinking isn't niceC For now they'll have to payEm C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha {Verse 3]C Oh, I see all of youF All of my phony friendsFm Who can't wait till it endsG C Who can't wait till it's throughEm CC Oh, I see all of youF You've been laughing all these yearsFm And now all that you have leftG E E7 E Are a few crocodile tearsAm Ah, you don't even knowEm That you're entering your hellC7 F As you leave my cemeteryFm Em And you think you're doing wellD#dim7 With that one who's at your sideDm You're as proud as you can beG Ah, she's going to make you cryC But not the way you cried for meEm C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha [Verse 4]C Ah, I can see me nowF So cold and so aloneFm As the flowers slowly dieG C Em C In my field of little bonesC Ah, I can see me nowF I can see me at the endFm G7 Of this voyage that I'm onG E Without a love, without a friendE7 EAm Now all this that I seeEm Is not what I deserveC7 F They really have a nerveFm Em To say these things to meD#dim7 No, girls, just bread and waterDm All your money you must saveG Or there'll be nothing left for usC When you're dead and in your graveEm C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha!C#(b5) C
Composition: Gérard Jouannest, Jacques Brel, and Mort Shuman
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