Rehersal For Retirement
Phil OchsVersion1
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Chords in this song
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