Free Four

G C D G The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime. C D G You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom 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 D G So all aboard for the American tour, 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 D G The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime. C D G You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom and talk to yourself as you die. ( B Bsus4 B G A B Bsus4 B G A G ) ----------------- Acordes ----------------- A = X 0 2 2 2 0 B = X 2 4 4 4 2 Bsus4 = X 2 4 4 5 2 C = X 3 2 0 1 0 D = X X 0 2 3 2 G = 3 2 0 0 0 3