Funeral Tango

Scott Walker

  • Am
  • C
  • C#(b5)
    4
  • C7
  • D#dim7
  • Dm
  • E
  • E7
  • Em
  • F
  • Fm
  • G
  • G7
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Key:
C F Em Dm G [Verse 1]
C Ah, I can see them now
F Clutching a handkerchief
Fm G And blowing me a kiss
C Em C Discreetly asking how
C How come he died so young
F Or was he very old
Fm G7 Is the body still warm
G E E7 E Is it already cold
Am All doors are open wide
Em They grope around inside
C7 F My desk, my drawers, my trunk
Fm Em There's nothing left to hide
D#dim7 Some love letters are there
Dm And an old photograph
G They've laid my poor soul bare
C And all they do is laugh
Em C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha! {Verse 2]
C Ah, I can see them all
F So formal and so stiff
Fm G Like a sergeant-at-arms
C Em C At the policeman's ball
C And everybody's pushing
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F To be the first in line
Fm G7 Their hearts upon their sleeves
G E E7 E Like a ten-cent valentine
Am The old women are there
Em Too old to give a damn
C7 F They brought along the kids
Fm Em Who don't know who I am
D#dim7 They're thinking about the price
Dm Of my funeral bouquet
G What they're thinking isn't nice
C For now they'll have to pay
Em C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha {Verse 3]
C Oh, I see all of you
F All of my phony friends
Fm Who can't wait till it ends
G C Who can't wait till it's through
Em C
C Oh, I see all of you
F You've been laughing all these years
Fm And now all that you have left
G E E7 E Are a few crocodile tears
Am Ah, you don't even know
Em That you're entering your hell
C7 F As you leave my cemetery
Fm Em And you think you're doing well
D#dim7 With that one who's at your side
Dm You're as proud as you can be
G Ah, she's going to make you cry
C But not the way you cried for me
Em C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha [Verse 4]
C Ah, I can see me now
F So cold and so alone
Fm As the flowers slowly die
G C Em C In my field of little bones
C Ah, I can see me now
F I can see me at the end
Fm G7 Of this voyage that I'm on
G E Without a love, without a friend
E7 E
Am Now all this that I see
Em Is not what I deserve
C7 F They really have a nerve
Fm Em To say these things to me
D#dim7 No, girls, just bread and water
Dm All your money you must save
G Or there'll be nothing left for us
C When you're dead and in your grave
Em C Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha - ha, ha, ha!
C#(b5) C
Song details

Composition: Gérard Jouannest, Jacques Brel, and Mort Shuman

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