| G | C | D | G | |
| The | memories of a man in his o | ld age are the | deeds of a man in his | prime. |
| C | D | G | |
| You shuffle in gloom in the | sickroom and | talk to yourself till you | die. |
| C | D | G | |
| Life is a short, warm | moment and | death is a long cold | rest. |
| C | |
| You get your chance to try in the | twinkling of an eye: |
| D | G | |
| Eighty years, with luck, or even | less. |
| C | D | G | |
| So all aboard for the A | merican tour, and | maybe you'll make it to the | top. |
| C | |
| And mind how you go, and I can | tell you, 'cause I know. |
| D | G | |
| You | may find it hard to get | off. |
| B | Bsus4 | B | G | A | B | Bsus4 | B | G | A | G | G | C | D | G | |
| You are the angel of | death and | I am the dead man's | son. |
| C | |
| And he was buried like a mole in a | fox hole. |
| D | G | |
| And | everyone is still on the | run. |
| C | |
| And who is the master of | fox hounds? |
| D | G | |
| And | who says the hunt has beg | un? |
| C | |
| And who calls the tune in the co | urtroom? |
| D | G | |
| And | who beats the funeral | drum? |
| C | D | G | |
| The memories of a man in his o | ld age are the | deeds of a man in his | prime. |
| C | D | G | |
| You shuffle in gloom in the | sickroom and | talk to yourself till you | die. |
| B | Bsus4 | B | G | A | B | Bsus4 | B | G | A | G |