Slow Century

[Dm]you will [C]be a[Dm]dorable,

and I’ll be staying on the [C]west coast of [Dm]florida

[F]     in a decent [C]shelter

from h[Gm]urricanes and s[Dm]torms

but it won’t take the pain

[C]away when it c[Dm]omes

it won’t take the pain a[C]way when it c[Dm]omes

I’ll lose my hair but not my fire
and you will be twenty forever
I’ll your body, babe, and leave no crumbs, but it won’t take the pain away when it comes
it won’t take the pain away when it comes
I’ll sleep deep with sheets and all
I’ll have four wheels and four walls
I’ll give dollars instead of quarters to my fellow bums but it won’t take the pain away
it comes
it won’t take the pain away when it comes
I’ll feed the dolphins tofu and stars
I’ll take taxis and whiskeys in bars
I’ll join a band and be the older guy on drums but it won’t take the pain away when it comes
it won’t take the pain away when it comes