State Radio - The legacy of margaret brown

^DmDear man, you must be mad Good man, how many drinks have you had? Don't you ^A7know? Your family's worried sick over you

^DmIn any event we have no time to spare The canvas of your age has a tear And a n^A7eedle without a thread does not a life mend ^DmMamma's worked yourself into a terrible fret

And we say, "Not quite ^Gyet" Oh, not quite yet ^Dm

^DmAll quiet on the streets we hear the footsteps echo Kids run up the stairs and look down from below (Short part with strumming on every beat, non-reggae) But the ^A7streetlight flickers

So ^DmI had to come and arrest you from your sleep You see you got too many promises to keep And what's ^Gmore they be dying of starvation

^A#You know you love them but they really don't know ^A7How can they see where the poison go?

'Cause it's ^Dmfar, far better thing than I've ever done For you to become the father to your only son Look ^Glong at the father before you Sits with his ^A7hands on his knees 'cause he don't know what to do In his ^E#old tweed coat and his ^A7dress shoes Furrowed ^Dmbrow and the eyes of the ^A7confused Tries^G desperately to explain his Subse^Cquent recluse In the re-^A7mainder of his days ^DmI know he old but mi^A7nd you How many ^Dmyears go by in a se^A#cond or two Won't be ^Glong to your kids are ^A#lookin' at you ^CJust as you are n^A#ow Just as you are now^Dm

^DmTurn around, my ^A7good man, turn ^Dmaround Turn around, my ^A7good man, Marga^Dmret Brown Turn around, my ^A7good man, turn ^Dmaround Turn around, for^A7 dear Margaret ^DmBrown Turn around, my ^A7good man, turn ^Dmaround Turn around, ^A7 make your ^Dmway down Turn around, my ^A7good man, turn^Dm around Turn around, for^A7 dear dear Margaret ^DmBrown