Pink Floyd - Free Four

G C
The memories of a man in his old age are the
D G
deeds of a man in his prime.
C
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
D G
and talk to yourself till you die.

C D G
Life is a short, warm moment and death is a long cold rest.
C
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
D G
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

C
So all aboard for the American tour,
D G
and maybe you'll make it to the top.
C
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know.
D G
You may find it hard to get off.

B Bsus4 B G A B Bsus4 B G A G

G C D G
You are the angel of death and I am the dead man's son.
C
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
D G
And everyone is still on the run.

C
And who is the master of fox hounds?
D G
And who says the hunt has begun?
C
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
D G
And who beats the funeral drum?

C
The memories of a man in his old age are
D G
the deeds of a man in his prime.
C
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
D G
and talk to yourself till you die.

B Bsus4 B G A B Bsus4 B G A G