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 Capo on the 4th fret 

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 Fallen down
F 
 He’s too weary
G 
 Can’t get up
     Em
 His eyes are blurry
 Chinatown
 He just fades away
 He’s drunk up 1/2 his weight in sherry
 Swallowed the apothecary
 Whispering a farewell lullaby

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 I’ve seen enough in my old life
 Just send an airmail to my wife
 Tell her her hobo’s gone and died
 And that my world is looking wide

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 He came to town
 37 years ago
 His hair was long
 His eyes were blue
 He lived down by the sea
 Head full of poetry
 Rock & roll and galleries
 Nickel bags and happenings
 The fall of ’63

 I’ve seen enough in my old life… 

 The years rolled by
 3rd & Broadway caught his eye
 Black tar, speed and china white
 Took it all away
 Left him in ragged clothes
 Cardboard boxes for a home
 An old man when he should be young
 Trashing through the day 

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