[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] Capo on the 4th fret Am Fallen down F He's too weary G Can't get up Em His eyes are blurry Chinatown He just fades away He's drunk up 1/2 his weight in sherry Swallowed the apothecary Whispering a farewell lullaby Am F G Em I've seen enough in my old life Just send an airmail to my wife Tell her her hobo's gone and died And that my world is looking wide -0-1-3-1-0------------0------------| -----------3-1-0--1-3---3-1-0---0--| ------------------------------2----| -----------------------------------| -----------------------------------| -----------------------------------| He came to town 37 years ago His hair was long His eyes were blue He lived down by the sea Head full of poetry Rock & roll and galleries Nickel bags and happenings The fall of '63 I've seen enough in my old life The years rolled by 3rd & Broadway caught his eye Black tar, speed and china white Took it all away Left him in ragged clothes Cardboard boxes for a home An old man when he should be young Trashing through the day
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