Date: Tue, 18 May 1993 11:41:36 -0400 (EDT)
From: [email protected] (V. Shankar)
Subject: From A Deadbeat to an old Greaser (crd)

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I worked out the following chords for one of my favourite Tull songs
from one of my favourite Tull albums. I would appreciate it if someone
could confirm these chords for me. The fill-ins played during the
transitions from one chord to the other are fairly easy to work out, so
I haven't tabbed them (basically I'm too lazy!).
"From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser"

D                       F#m        A                     F#m
 From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
          E             Em   Bm
You won't remember the long nights
G               C                D
coffee bars and black tights and white thighs,
        F#m                       A
in shop windows, where blonde assistants
fully-fashioned a world
E                       Em Bm     G           C
made of dummies with no mummies or daddies to reject them
     D                      F#m             A              F#m
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I
                E                                     Em Bm
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
          G              C
Sat in a station sharing wet dreams,
           D           F#m            A
of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Rene Magritte
          F#m         E
to name a few, of the heroes
                            Em  Bm
who were too wise for their own good
         G                   C         D
left the young brood to go on living without them.

**Intrumental** (F#m, A, F#m, E, Em, Bm, G, C)

D               F#m         A                  F#m
Old queers with young faces, who remember your name,
                E              Em    Bm
though you're a dead beat with tired feet,
G             C
two ends that don't meet.
     D                 F#m
To a dead beat from an old greaser
A                            F#m
  Think you must have me all wrong
I didn't care, friend.
         Em     Bm
I wasn't there, friend,
                       G                       C
If it's the price of a pint that you need, ask me again.


    V. Shankar