Eb A F5 He roved up and down through history --- spectre with tales to tell. In the darkness when the campfire's dead --- to each his private hell. If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast. Beastie F5 Db5 Bb5 Db5 x3 F5 Db5 Bb5 Db5 Cb5 If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at bay. You can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist who'll say --- There's nothing I can do for you, everywhere's a dang (xguitar.com)