Free four(Chords)

	        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 till you die. 
      
B  Bsus4  B  G  A  B  Bsus4  B  G  A  G