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Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb
Tune half a step down [Verse 1]
My Eold man Adied on a BSaturday Enight I C#mwatched as he Ajust stopped Bsus4breathBing and Ethough it was Aawful and Bpainful and C#msad I was Aglad that he Bwasn't Ealone
[Verse 2]
It Efelt like someAthing he'd just Bhad to go Ethrough an C#marduous Atask he'd been Bsus4given B And it Eseemed so unAfair it was Bhis cross to C#mbear the Asickest and Bweakest Eof us
[Verse 3]
Oh we Enever spoke Amuch as a Bfather and Eson but C#mwe had an AunderBsus4standiBng and I Estill hear his Avoice when I Bopen my C#mmouth in Aanger, or Bwisdom, or Esuch
[Coda]
If EI see a Asimilar Bjacket or Ehair I C#mthink for a Amoment I've Bsus4found Bhim but Ethen I reAmember - it's Bnot about "C#mwhere" and I Aknow he's not Blost, he is C#mgone, F#yea I'm just Aglad that he Bwasn't Ealone