Werbung entfernen G CThe memories of a man in his old age are the
D Gdeeds of a man in his prime.
CYou shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
D Gand talk to yourself till you die.
C D GLife is a short, warm moment and death is a long cold rest.
CYou get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:
D GEighty years, with luck, or even less.
CSo all aboard for the American tour,
D Gand maybe you'll make it to the top.
CAnd mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know.
D GYou may find it hard to get off.
B Bsus4 B G A B Bsus4 B G A G
G C D GYou are the angel of death and I Am the dead man's son.
CAnd he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.
D GAnd everyone is still on the run.
CAnd who is the master of fox hounds?
D GAnd who says the hunt has begun?
CAnd who calls the tune in the courtroom?
D GAnd who beats the funeral drum?
CThe memories of a man in his old age are
D Gthe deeds of a man in his prime.
CYou shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
D Gand talk to yourself till you die.
B Bsus4 B G A B Bsus4 B G A G
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