From a Dead Beal To An Old Greaser

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 From a dead beat to an old greaser  here's thinking of you.
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You won't remember the long nights
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coffee bars and black tights and white thighs
        F#m                       A
in shop windows  where blonde assistants
                  F#m
fully-fashioned a world
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made of dummies with no mummies or daddies to reject them
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When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I
                E                                     Em Bm
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
          G              C
Sat in a station sharing wet dreams
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of Charlie Parker  Jack Kerouac  Rene Magritte
          F#m         E
to name a few  of the heroes
                            Em  Bm
who were too wise for their own good
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left the young brood to go on living without them.

**Intrumental** (F#m  A  F#m  E  Em  Bm  G  C)

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Old queers with young faces  who remember your name
                E              Em    Bm
though you're a dead beat with tired feet
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two ends that don't meet.
     D                 F#m
To a dead beat from an old greaser
A                            F#m
  Think you must have me all wrong
         E
I didn't care  friend.
         Em     Bm
I wasn't there  friend
                       G                       C
If it's the price of a pint that you need  ask me again.