Ben Folds - Fred jones part 2
Autoscroll
1 Column
Text size
Transpose 0
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
Chorus:
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