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