Lather > Cm Eb Bb Gm F Cm Lather was 30 years old today, they took away all of his toys. > Cm Eb Bb His mother sent newspaper clippings to him > Gm F Cm About his old friends who'd stopped being boys (paper dolls!). > Gm F Ab There was Howard C. Green, just turned 33 - > Eb Bb F His leather chair waits at the bank. > Gm F Ab And Sergeant Dow Jones, 27 years old - > Eb Bb F Commanding his very own tank. > Eb F Gm Eb But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do to lie > F Gm About nude in the sand > Eb F Gm Making pictures of mountains that looked like bumps > F Cm And thrashing the air with his hands. > C Bb But wait, old Lather’s productive, you know - > C Bb C - he produces the finest of sounds. > C Bb Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, > C Bb C Snorting the best licks in town. Проигрыш: > Gm Cm But that's all over. (Child!) Lather was 30 years old today And Lather came foam from his tongue. He looked at me, eyes wide, & plainly say, "Is it true that I'm no longer young?" (Mommy?) And the children call him famous - What the old men call insane. > Gm F Ab And sometimes he’s so nameless, > Eb Bb F He hardly knows what game to play, > Cm What words to say. > Eb F Gm And I should have told him, "No, you're not old." > Eb F Gm And I should have let him go on- > F Gm - smiling very wide. Кода: |
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