Lyrics

It’s (C)nine o’ (Em)clock on a (Am)Sat ur day,

the (F)reg u lar (C)crowd shuf fles (D7)in.

There’s an (C)old man (Em)a sit ting (Am)next to me your (C)smoke, mak in’ (F)love to his (G11)ton ic and (C)gin.

He says, (C)“Son, can you (Em)play me a (Am)mem o ry?

I’m (F)not real ly (C)sure how it (D7)goes,

but it’s (C)sad and it’s (Em)sweet and I (Am)knew it com (C)plete when (F)I wore a (G11)young er man’s (C)clothes.”

(Am)Da da da

de de (D7)da,

da da

de de (D7)da

da da.

(C)Sing us a (Em)song, you’re the (Am)pia no man.

(F)Sing us a (C)song to (D7)night.

Well, we’re (C)all in the (Em)mood for a (Am)mel o dy,

and (F)you’ve got us (G11)feel in’ al (C)right.

Now (C)John at (Em)bar is a (Am)friend of mine.

He (F)gets me my (C)drinks for a (D7)free,

and he’s (C)quick with (Em)with or to (Am)light up me the (C)Na but there’s (F)some place his (G11)he’d rath er (C)be.

He says, (C)“Bill, I be (Em)lieve this is (Am)kill ing me,”

as (F)smile ran a (C)way from his (D7)face.

“Well, I’m (C)sure that I (Em)could be a (Am)mov ie my (C)star if (F)I could get (G11)out of this (C)place.”