Frank Black - Fitzgerald

^D It’s sad t^Go see your ar^At hanging on th^Bme wall ^D So many ^Gpictures there ^AYours the best of ^Bmall ^D

^D I like the I^Gndian The ^Aone in ballpoint ^Bmink ^D In ancient ^GMassachusettes ^Along before you ^Dcalled You traded ^Emhim and many o^Dthers for a ^F#7drink

Your ^Dfingers thick from ^Ghammers Well it ^Dreally makes you ^Athink ^Bm And then my ^Cfather would ^Dfill your glass so ^Gmtall

^DWhen I was a ^Gkid I g^Aophered in your ^Bmcrew ^D Always a ^Gkind word And you ^Ashowed me what to ^Bmdo ^D

^D And living ^Ghammered, well its ^Aalways hit or ^Bmmiss ^D But through your ^Gcigarette-stained b^Aeard Your love rang ^Dtrue

^D And though you ^Emare so loved it ^Dhad to come to ^F#7this ^D You got shut ^Goff because you ^Dalways stink of ^Apiss ^Bm And now you ^Cdrink someplace where ^Dno one bothers ^Gmyou

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