Capo at 2nd fret
C
Em
G
Em
From a dead beat to an old greaser;
here�s thinking of you.
D
Am-C
F
Bb
You won�t remember the long nights,
coffee bars, and black tights,
C
Em
G
Em
and white thighs in shop windows where
blonde assistants fully fashioned a world
D
Am-C F
Bb
made of dummies with no mummies
or daddies to reject them
C
Em
G
Em
When bombs were banned every Sunday, and
the shadows did F.B.I.
D
Am-C
And tired young sax players sold their instruments
of torture,
F
Bb
Sat in the station sharing wet dreams
C
Em
G
Em
of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Rene Magritte
to name a few
D
Am-C
of the heroes who were too wise for their
own good,
F
Bb C�
left the young brood to go on living without
them�
Instrumental Progression
�Em G
Em D Am-C
F Bb��
C
Em
G
Em
Old queers with young faces, who remember
your name.
D
Am-C F
Bb
Though you�re a dead beat with tired feet,
two ends that won�t meet.
C
Em
G
Em
To a dead beat, from an old greaser; think
you must have me all wrong.
D
Am-C
I wasn�t there friend; I didn�t care friend.
F
Bb
But if it�s the price of a pint that you
need, ask me again.
He may or may not use the capo at 2nd; try
3rd also.
Submitted by Mick D.
