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)
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