Capo 1st fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long,
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong,
Memory is a fickle silent song
I didn't understand
Interlude
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Image and a light as the morning nears,
you don't say a single word of your last two years
Well you will be, you'll reach the frontier
I didn't understand, oh
See your wringing hands and a silver knife
Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight
All the evidence of your vagrant life
My brother you were born
And you will try to do what you did before
Pull the wool over your eyes, for a week or more
Let your family take you back to your
Original mind.
There's nothing I can do
There's nothing I can do
There's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can say
I can say