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capo fret 4 but chords given as open shapes
intro : pick around : Am x02210 , Dm7 x00211 , Am x02210 , G xx0033
[Am]Lather was [C]thirty years [G]old today,
They [Em]took away [D]all of his [C]toys.
His [Am]mother sent [C]newspaper [G]clippings to him,
About his [Em]old friends who'd [D]stopped being [C]boys.
There was [Em]Harwitz E. [D]Green, just [F]turned thirty-[D]three,
His [Am]leather chair [Em]waits at the [D]bank.
And [Em]Seargent Dow [D]Jones, twenty-[F]seven years [D]old,
[Am]Commanding his [Em]very own [D]tank.
But [C]Lather still [D]finds it a [Em]nice thing to do,
To [C]lie about [D]nude in the [Em]sand,
Drawing [C]pictures of [D]mountains that [Em]look like bumps,
And [D]thrashing the air with his [Am]hands. [A]
But [A]wait, oh Lather's [G]productive you know,
He [A]produces the [G]finest of [A]sound,
Putting drumsticks on either [G]side of his nose,
[A]Snorting the [G]best licks in [A]town .....Am G D
But [E]that's all over...
[Am]Lather was [C]thirty years [G]old today,
And [Em]Lather came [D]foam from his [C]tongue.
He [Am]looked at me [C]eyes wide and [G]plainly said,
Is it [Em]true that I'm [D]no longer [C]young?
And the [Em]children [D]call him [F]fam[D]ous,
What the [Am]old men [Em]call in[D]sane,
And [Em]some[D]times he's so [F]name[D]less,
That he [Am]hardly [Em]knows which [D]game to play...
Which [C]words to say...
And I [C]should have [D]told him, [Em]"No, you're not old."
And I [C]should have [D]let him go [Em]on...[D]smiling...baby[Am]wide.
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