G C D G
The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime.
C D G
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom 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 D G
So all aboard for the American tour, 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 D G
The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime.
C D G
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom and talk to yourself till you die.
B Bsus4 B G A B Bsus4 B G A G
