Augie March - The baron of sentiment

^CDuty, who's your ^Gmaster? Who gave you ^Ffingers? Who gave you to ^Cme? And why ^Cdo we always dream of ^Gdisaster When we ^Fpay our dues to disaster with some ^Cloyalty? And ^Gwhen its work is ^Cdone, and we ^Gought to just pick up and r^Fun, we ^AbSleep in the place we have slept for so lo^Cng...

So ^Amlong, for so l^Gong, so ^Flong in the ^Emplace we s^Dmhould run ^Cfrom

And ^Cwhen I, when I have f^Gorgotten, when I have ^Fforgotten me how to Stand and s^Cing I will ^Craise up, raise one ^Gfinger, one ^Ffinger of the truth that wears no ^CRing And ^Gwhen its work is ^Cdone, and the ^Gstitch of my smile has c^Fome Undone, I'll ^Abtell you why I wore it for so l^Among...

So ^Amlong, for so l^Gong, so ^Flong in the ^Emplace we s^Dmhould run ^Cfrom

But I w^Casn't so drunk that I didn't hear you d^Greaming All ^Bbseized up and wretched and baying blue hell at the c^Feiling of the room we're always dying to ^Cleave alright

^CDuty, who's your m^Gaster? Who gave you f^Fingers? Who gave you to ^Cme? And why ^Care we always dreaming of d^Gisaster When we ^Flive our lives so careless and so ^Ccomfortably? O but ^Gunderneath this ^Csong, I can ^Ghear another ^Fsong, it ^Abtells me I'm Not wrong to stay so ^Amlong...

So ^Amlong, for so l^Gong, so ^Flong in the ^Emplace we s^Dmhould run ^Cfrom So ^Amlong, for so l^Gong, so ^Flong in the ^Emplace we s^Dmhould run ^Cfrom

And I ^Cwasn't so drunk that I ^Gdidn't hear you d^Bbreami^Amng