Jethro Tull - From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser | Текст песни

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D F#m A F#m
From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
E Em Bm
You won't remember the long nights
G C D
coffee bars and black tights and white thighs,
F#m A
in shop windows, where blonde assistants
F#m
fully-fashioned a world
E Em Bm G C
made of dummies with no mummies or daddies to reject them
D F#m A F#m
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I
E Em Bm
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
G C
Sat in a station sharing wet dreams,
D F#m A
of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Rene Magritte
F#m E
to name a few, of the heroes
Em Bm
who were too wise for their own good
G C D
left the young brood to go on living without them.


**Intrumental** (F#m, A, F#m, E, Em, Bm, G, C)


D F#m A F#m
Old queers with young faces, who remember your name,
E Em Bm
though you're a dead beat with tired feet,
G C
two ends that don't meet.
D F#m
To a dead beat from an old greaser
A F#m
Think you must have me all wrong
E
I didn't care, friend.
Em Bm
I wasn't there, friend,
G C
If it's the price of a pint that you need, ask me again.

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