| Memo From Turner |
| A | A7 | D7 | |
| Didn't I s | ee you down in San | Antone on a hot and d | usty night? |
| A | D7 | |
| You were eating eggs in Sammy's wh | en the black man there d | rew his knife. |
| A | A | D7 | |
| Or you drowned | that Jew in Rampton as he washed his s | leevless shirt. |
| D7 | A | |
| You know that Spanish | speaking gentleman, the | one that we call Kurt. |
| Bm | G | A | C#m | Bm | D | A | |
| Come now, | gentleman, I know | there's some mis | take |
| C#m | Bm | D | A | |
| How for | getful I'm beco | ming now you f | ixed your business s | traight |
| A | D7 | A | |
| I rem | ember you in Hemlock Road in | nineteen fifty si | x |
| A | D7 | A | |
| You were a f | aggy little leather boy with a s | maller piece of | stick |
| A | |
| You were a | lashing smashing hunk of a man, |
| D | A | |
| your | sweat shined sweet and | strong |
| D7 | A | Bm | |
| Your | organ's working pe | rfectly, but there's a | part |
| G | E7 | |
| that's not | screwed on |
| A | E7 | A | E | A | E7 | A | E | A | D | A | |
| Weren't you | at the Coke Convention back in n | ineteen sixty five |
| You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised |
| A | D | A | |
| You're the g | reat grey man whose daughter licks polic | emen's buttons clea | n |
| D | A | |
| You | 're the man who squats beh | ind the man |
| Bm | G | A | |
| who works | th | e soft machine |
| C#m | Bm | D | A | |
| Come now, ge | ntlemen, your love | is all I crav | e |
| C#m | Bm | D | |
| You'll sti | ll be in the ci | rcus when I'm laug | hing, |
| A | |
| laughing in my grav | e |
| A | D7 | A | |
| Well re | member who you say you are but k | eep your noses cle | an |
| A | D | A | |
| Boys wil | l be boys and play with toys. So be | strong with your be | ast |
| A | D | A | |
| Oh | Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer. So | stop me if you please |
| D7 | A | |
| The | baby's dead, my l | ady said. |
| Bm | G | A | |
| You gent | lemen will you all | work for | me |
| A | D7 | A | |
| When the | old men do all the fighting and the | young men all look | on |
| A | D | A | |
| And the | young girls eat their mother's meat from | tubes of plasti | con |
| A | D | A | |
| Be w | ary of these my gentle friends of | all the skin you breed |
| D7 | A | |
| To | have that tasty | habit, |
| Bm | G | A | |
| it's | not the | hands that | bleed |
| Bans | -- |
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| | Steve Portigal, Dep't of CIS, University of Guelph, Guelph, ON, N1G 2W1 | |
| | email: stevep@snowhite.cis.uoguelph.ca Phone: (519) 824-4120 ext 3580 | |
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