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Free Four

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

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Readable chord sheet for Free Four by Pink Floyd

The [G]memories of a man in his o[C]ld age are the [D]deeds of a man in his [G]prime.

You shuffle in gloom in the [C]sickroom and [D]talk to yourself till you [G]die.

Life is a short, warm [C]moment and [D]death is a long cold [G]rest.

You get your chance to try in the [C]twinkling of an eye:

[D]Eighty years, with luck, or even [G]less.

So all aboard for the A[C]merican tour, and [D]maybe you'll make it to the [G]top.

And mind how you go, and I can [C]tell you, 'cause I know.

You [D]may find it hard to get [G]off.

[B]  [Bsus4]  [B]  [G]  [A]  [B]  [Bsus4]  [B]  [G]  [A]  [G]

[G]You are the angel of [C]death and [D]I am the dead man's [G]son.

And he was buried like a mole in a [C]fox hole.

And [D]everyone is still on the [G]run.

And who is the master of [C]fox hounds?

And [D]who says the hunt has beg[G]un?

And who calls the tune in the co[C]urtroom?

And [D]who beats the funeral [G]drum?

The memories of a man in his o[C]ld age are the [D]deeds of a man in his [G]prime.

You shuffle in gloom in the [C]sickroom and [D]talk to yourself till you [G]die.

[B]  [Bsus4]  [B]  [G]  [A]  [B]  [Bsus4]  [B]  [G]  [A]  [G]

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