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Intro Am7, F, Dm7, Em7
It's Am7four in the morning, the Fend of December Dm7I'm writing you now just to Emsee if you're better Am7New York is cold, but I Flike where I'm living There's Dm7music on Clinton Street Emall through the evening.
AmI hear that you're Bm7building your little Am7house deep in the Bm7desert Am7You're living for Gnothing now, I hope you're Am7keeping some kind of Grecord.
Yes, and CJane came by with a lock of your Ghair She said that you gave it to Am7her That night that you planned to go Bm7clear G FDid you ever go Em7clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train And you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife. Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake She sends her regards. And what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Sincerely, L. Cohen