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Oh my God, a monkey can move a man Send him to hell and home again With an empty hand in the afternoon shooting for the moon It's halfway sick and it's halfway stoned He'd sure like to kick but he's too far gone so they wind him down with the methadone He's all on his own But baby, don't you throw your love away I hate to seem unkind It's only that I understand the man that the monkey can leave behind I used to think he was a friend of mine Em7 A7sus4 Dmaj7 D, F#m7 B7 Emaj7 E, G C F#m7 B7, E C#m7 A (slower) La, la, la, ... F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 F#m7, F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 A/B, C D E, F#m7 B7sus4 F#m. La, la, la, ...

James Taylor - A junkies lament