Standard (EADGBE)
x4
You can say the soul is gone
And the feelings just not there
Not like it was so long ago
On the empty page before you
You can fill in what you care
Try to make it good before you go
Take the simple case of the sarge
Who wouldn't go back to war
Because the hippies tore down every -
Thing that he was fighting for
Or the lovers on the blanket
The city turned to whores
With memories of green kissed by the sun
You can say the soul is gone
And close another page
Just be sure that yours is not the one
And I'm singing for the stringman
Who lately lost his wife
There is no dearer friend of mine
That I know in this life
On his shoulder is a violin
For his head where chaos reigns
But his heart can't find a simple way
To live with all those things
All those things
He's a stringman
stringman
All those strings to pull
x4
notes: Dm/G 300231