[ Предположительная тональность: D ] [INTRO] D Gm (x3) D G A Bm It's sad to see your art hanging on the wall D G So many pictures there A Bm D Yours the best of all D G I like the Indian A Bm D The one in ballpoint ink G A D In ancient Massachusettes long before you called Em D F#7 You traded him and many others for a drink D G Your fingers thick from hammers D A Well it really makes you think Bm C D Gm And then my father would fill your glass so tall D G A Bm D When I was a kid I gophered in your crew G Always a kind word A Bm D And you showed me what to do D G A Bm D And living hammered, well its always hit or miss G A But through your cigarette-stained beard D Your love rang true D Em D F#7 And though you are so loved it had to come to this D G D A You got shut off because you always stink of piss Bm C D Gm And now you drink someplace where no one bothers you [END CHORUS] A Dm Oh, Fitzy G7 Gm Oh, Fitzy A Dm Oh, Fitzy G7 Gm Oh, Fitzy A Dm G7 Dm G7 Dm G7 D Oh, Fitzy [OUTRO] Dm G7 D/F# Gm (repeat)