Free Four

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

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

                      C
So all aboard for the American tour,
   D                           G
and maybe you'll make it to the top.
                              C
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know.
   D                       G
You may find it hard to get off.

B  Bsus4  B  G  A  B  Bsus4  B  G  A  G

G                    C         D                   G
You are the angel of death and I Am the dead man's son.
                                  C
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
   D                        G
And everyone is still on the run.

                        C
And who is the master of fox hounds?
   D                        G
And who says the hunt has begun?
                               C
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
   D                     G
And who beats the funeral drum?

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

B  Bsus4  B  G  A  B  Bsus4  B  G  A  G