[INTRO]  D  Gm  (x3)


D             G            A              Bm
  It?s sad to see your art hanging on the wall
D         G     
  So many pictures there
  A                 Bm   D
  Yours the best of all

D             G
  I like the Indian
      A                Bm  D
  The one in ballpoint ink
             G              A               D
  In ancient Massachusettes long before you called
             Em            D           F#7
  You traded him and many others for a drink

       D                  G
  Your fingers thick from hammers
          D                A
  Well it really makes you think
Bm            C            D                  Gm
  And then my father would fill your glass so tall
 
  D            G      A               Bm   D
  When I was a kid I gophered in your crew
           G
  Always a kind word
          A                 Bm  D
  And you showed me what to do

D            G                  A             Bm   D
  And living hammered, well its always hit or miss
                   G                  A
  But through your cigarette-stained beard
                 D
  Your love rang true

D                Em              D              F#7
  And though you are so loved it had to come to this
D              G               D               A
  You got shut off because you always stink of piss
Bm            C                     D              Gm
  And now you drink someplace where no one bothers you

[END CHORUS]

      A     Dm
  Oh, Fitzy
      G7    Gm
  Oh, Fitzy
      A     Dm
  Oh, Fitzy
      G7    Gm
  Oh, Fitzy
      A     Dm   G7  Dm  G7   Dm   G7    D
  Oh, Fitzy

[OUTRO]

 Dm   G7   D/F#   Gm  (repeat)