Brett Dennen - Who do you think you are

^CWhere are all ^Gmmy old friends? It's been a ^Dmlong time gone. We've been ^Cdrifting apart for so ^Gmany years. I ^Dmhope they're still marching on. Some of em' ^Amprobably happy with ^Ffamilies working ^Chard to get ^Fahead. ^CSome of them are lost, some are ^Gwondering, ^Dmsome of them are already dead.

Who do you ^Fthink you are? ^GIt's the life you ^Ammade. Don't be ^Fafraid^G of the hands you ^Amplay.

There's an ^Cold man sleeping in the ^Gmparking lot I ^Dmwonder what he dreams about ^CBusinessmen in suits taking ^Gmillions over coffee Trying to ^Dmbuy each other out There's an ^Amofficer, a senator, a ^Fdigger and a sewer, a ^Cbeggar and ^Fthief. They all ^Csit at different ^Gtable but they all ^Dmdrink the same poison as me

Who do you ^Fthink you are? ^GIt's the life you ^Ammade. Don't be ^Fafraid^G of the hands you ^Amplay. Who do you ^Fthink you are? ^GIt's the life you ^Ammade. Well don't be ^Fafraid^G of the hands you ^Amplay

The ^Cpower went out, and the ^Gmstars came out And I ^Dmwent out for a walk in the dark There were ^Cfireflies flittin' and I ^Gheard the poet spittin' ^DmRhymes out in the park And I ^Amfelt myself drift up ^Foff the ground and I ^Crose above the ^Ftrees And I ^Csaw my life in ^Gphotographs of ^Dmfading memories

Who do you ^Fthink you are? ^GIt's the life you ^Ammade. Don't be ^Fafraid^G of the hands you ^Amplay. Who do you ^Fthink you are? ^GIt's the life you ^Ammade. Don't be ^Fafraid^G of the hands you ^Amplay.