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[G][G][G][G] 

The [G]memories of a man 
in his o[C]ld age 
are the [D]deeds of a man 
in his [G]prime
You shuffle in gloom 
in the [C]sickroom 
and [D]talk to yourself 
till you [G]die

Life is a short 
warm [C]moment 
and [D]death is 
a long cold [G]rest
You get your 
chance to try 
in the [C]twinkling 
of an eye
[D]Eighty years 
with luck 
or even [G]less

So all aboard 
for the A[C]merican tour 
and [D]maybe you'll 
make it to the [G]top
And mind how you go 
and I can [C]tell you 
cause I know
You [D]may find it hard 
to get [G]off

[B][Bsus4][B][G][A]
[B][Bsus4][B][G][A] 
[G][G][G][G] 

[G]You are the angel of [C]death 
and [D]I am the dead mans [G]son
And he was buried like a mole 
in a [C]fox hole
And [D]everyone is still 
on the [G]run

And who is the 
master of [C]fox hounds
And [D]who says 
the hunt has beg[G]un
And who calls the tune 
in the co[C]urtroom
And [D]who beats 
the funeral [G]drum

The memories of a man 
in his o[C]ld age 
are the [D]deeds of a 
man in his [G]prime
You shuffle in gloom 
in the [C]sickroom 
and [D]talk to yourself 
till you [G]die

[B][Bsus4][B][G][A]
[B][Bsus4][B][G][A] 
[G][G][G][G]