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Rehersal For Retirement

Phil Ochs
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
The  days grow longer for  smaller prizes
I  feel a stranger  to all  surprises
You  can have them  I don't want  them
I  wear a different kind of  garment
In  my rehearsals for  retirement
 The lights are cold again, they dance below me
 I turn to old friends, they do not know me
 All about the beggar he remembers
 I put a penny down for payment
 In my rehearsals for retirement
If  I'd have known the end would  end in laughter
I'd  tell my daughter
It  doesn't matter
 The stage is tainted with empty voices
 The ladies painted, they have no choices
 I take my colors from the stable
 They lie in tatters by the tournament
 In my rehearsals for retirement
 Where are the armies that killed a country
 And turned a strong man into a baby
 Now (out ?) comes the rabble, they are welcome
 I wait in anger and amusement
 In my rehearsal for retirement
 If I'd have known the end would end in laughter
 I'd tell my daughter
 It doesn't matter
 Farewell my own true love, farewell my fancy
 Are you still with me love, though you failed me
 But one last gesture for your pleasure
 I'll paint your memory on the monument
 In my rehearsals for retirement

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Readable chord sheet for Rehersal For Retirement by Phil Ochs

[A]The days grow [G]longer [D]for smaller [A]prizes
[A]I feel a stran[G]ger to [D]all surprise[A]s
[Bm]You can have [E]them I don't [A]want them
[C#m]I wear a different kind of[D] garment
[F#m]In my rehearsals [E]for retirement

The lights are cold again, they dance below me
I turn to old friends, they do not know me
All about the beggar he remembers
I put a penny down for payment
In my rehearsals for retirement

[D]If I'd have known the end would[A] end in laughter
[F#m]I'd tell my daughter
[E]It doesn't matter

The stage is tainted with empty voices
The ladies painted, they have no choices
I take my colors from the stable
They lie in tatters by the tournament
In my rehearsals for retirement

Where are the armies that killed a country
And turned a strong man into a baby
Now (out ?) comes the rabble, they are welcome
I wait in anger and amusement
In my rehearsal for retirement

If I'd have known the end would end in laughter
I'd tell my daughter
It doesn't matter

Farewell my own true love, farewell my fancy
Are you still with me love, though you failed me
But one last gesture for your pleasure
I'll paint your memory on the monument
In my rehearsals for retirement

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