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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] Gm F C7 [Verse]
Say goodniBbght, your soGmng is throughDm Cm Faint refrBbain we harGmdly knewDm Eb/C Comes crashin' agaiEbnst the drunken waDters of this wakeGm F When I hesC7itate Because Bball I can Ebsay is "too muchF, too lEb/Fittle, too late" Bb
FarewelGml, you foolDm Cm BbSpare me the punch line pleGmase I learned it well at SundaDmy school Eb/C Way back when alEbl you loved was the gDrease paint, not the collectioGmn plate F So much for the C7funny face Because Bball I can Ebsay is "too Fmuch, too lEb/Fittle, too late" Gm
Remember when Gm/Fmurder was only kBbilling time And an Caxe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of sG#trychnine? Gm What happened to the Gm/Fmusketeers of CBbhesterfields? ToCbacco swords behind G#smoky shields
| G# | | F# | | G# | F# | F | E | D#| |
Say goodniBght (goodnight) Old songG#m (so long) You're through (D#mset the needle back and C#mhum a new tune) Faint refBrain (refrain) Make rooG#mm (so soon, so soon) For newD#m (until the hook can pull the E6bridge into view)
Spare me the vaEgue, not-so-clever couD#plets The ones I would have G#mloved when F#I was C#7you 'Cause now Ball I can Esay is "too mucF#h, too little ..." And Ball I can Efeel, feels like the Aheaviest Eweight B E F# Gdim G#m F# | C#7 | D | 'Cause all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"