Scott Walker - Funeral tango

Ah, I can see them ^Cnow Clutching a handkerc^Fhief And b^Fmlowing me a k^Giss Discreetly asking h^Cow ^{Em C} How come he died so y^Coung Or was he very o^Fld Is the b^Fmody still wa^G7rm Is it al^Gready co^Eld ^{E7 E} All doors are open ^Amwide They grope around i^Emnside My ^C7desk, my drawers, my ^Ftrunk There's ^Fmnothing left to ^Emhide Some love letters are ^D#dim7there And an old photo^Dmgraph They've laid my poor soul ^Gbare And all they do is ^Claugh Ha, ha, ha, h^Ema, ha - ha, ha, h^Ca!

Ah, I can see them^C all So formal and so ^Fstiff ^FmLike a sergeant-at-^Garms At the policeman's ^Cball^{Em C} And everybody's ^Cpushing To be the first in ^Fline Their ^Fmhearts upon their ^G7sleeves ^GLike a ten-cent valent^Eine^{E7 E} The old women are ^Amthere Too old to give a ^Emdamn They ^C7brought along the ^Fkids Who ^Fmdon't know who I ^Emam They're thinking about the ^D#dim7price Of my funeral bou^Dmquet What they're thinking isn't ^Gnice For now they'll have to ^Cpay Ha, ha, ha, ^Emha, ha - ha, ha, ^Cha

Oh, I see all of ^Cyou All of my phony ^Ffriends Who can't wait till it ^Fmends Who ^Gcan't wait till it's ^Cthrough ^{Em C} Oh, I see all of ^Cyou You've been laughing all these ^Fyears And now all that you have ^Fmleft Are a ^Gfew crocodile ^Etears^{E7 E} Ah, you don't even ^Amknow That you're entering your ^Emhell As you ^C7leave my ceme^Ftery And you ^Fmthink you're doing ^Emwell With that one who's at your ^D#dim7side You're as proud as you can^Dm be Ah, she's going to make you ^Gcry But not the way you cried for ^Cme Ha, ha, ha, ^Emha, ha - ha, ha, ^Cha

Ah, I can see me n^Cow So cold and so al^Fone As the ^Fmflowers slowly die In my f^Gield of little b^Cones ^{Em C} Ah, I can see me ^Cnow I can see me at the ^Fend Of this ^Fmvoyage that I'm ^G7on Without a l^Gove, without a f^Eriend ^{E7 E} Now all this that I^Am see Is not what I de^Emserve They ^C7really have a ^Fnerve To ^Fmsay these things to ^Emme No, girls, just bread and w^D#dim7ater All your money you must ^Dmsave Or there'll be nothing left for ^Gus When you're dead and in your g^Crave Ha, ha, ha, ^Emha, ha - ha, ha, ^Cha! ^{C#(b5) C}