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Chords C x32010 Am7 x02013 Em7 020003 G 320033 Gsus4 3x0013 Intro C Am7 Em7 G e|----3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3---3/5------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------5/6-----------------| G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| Verse:
CFred sAm7its aloEm7ne at hisG desk in the dark There's an CawkwarAm7d young shEm7adow thGat waits in the hall He's Amcleared allF his thingAms and hFe's put them in boxes CThings Gthat remind him: 'Life has been good' AmTwenty-five years He's Fworked at the paper A Cman's here tGo take Gsus4him downstGairs
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And I'm Csorry,F Mr. Jones GIt's Ctime
Verse: There was no party, there were no songs 'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started Noone has left here that knows his first name And life barrels on like a runaway train Where the passengers change They don't change anything You get off; someone else can get on Chorus: And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones It's time Bridge:
AmStreetlight shines through the Emshades Casting Flines on the floor, and Clines on his G/Bface He Freflects on the Cday
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement Projecting some slides onto a plain white Canvas and traces it Fills in the spaces He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right Yeah, and all of these bastards Have taken his place He's forgotten but not yet gone And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones It's time