Intro: Am Am G Am Morgan, the man with no tan comes in on the midday train G Takes a room in a pensione down by the beach Am G Em Unwraps his pistol, counts out the bullets beside it Am G Em Am Four bullets, two men, it's certain with two bullets each Am G Am Down in the town the old men sit round by the harbour G Watch as the tourists break all etiquette in the bars Am G Em At twilight the festival starts with a feast in the plaza Am G Em Am Followed by music and wine, fireworks and cigars F Em Am Twilight arrives, the streets come alive F Em Am The Mayor and the Chief watch it begin F G Am A girl on a bike turns very businesslike Bb A Leaves 50 grand and a pardon for the sins C G Am C G Am Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli C G Am Em You can taste your death in every silent breath Am Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemy Am G Am On Morgan's cheap TV the ministers agree at the summit G In a room straight above there's a couple making love with a cheer Am G Em Out across the water the statue of Christ throws a shadow Am G Em Am It falls across the city to the window of the volunteer F Em Am On the Avenue de France a beggar does a dance F Em Am Sells chocolate to the marching men in masks F G Am The Guardia Civile get a tip about a kill Bb A Morgan doubts but no-one's out to ask C G Am C G Am Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli C G Am Em You can taste your death in every silent breath Am Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemy Am G Am The festival's begun; Morgan tucks the gun inside his jacket G Walks towards the plaza singing "Boys of the Old Brigade" Am G Em Is followed by a rifle, confronted by the guards at a corner Am G Em Am Lifts his hands like the statue and dies in the fusillade F Em Am Now the gunfire's heard, someone gives the word F Em Am Fireworks crash, the marching band turns right F G Am Someone in a mask throws a bomb and does the task Bb A Rides off with a girl on the back of a motorbike C G Am C G Am Goodbye Billy Morgan. Known from Amsterdam to Tripoli C G Am Em You can taste your death in every silent breath Am Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemy Am Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemy Am Em Am Fear the curse, thought the enemy...