Intro: F

F                  A#
Cars lined up the street
     Dm               F
A procession for the thief
     F                         A#
The men were restless and the women howled
    Dm                   F
As they professed their grief

   Dm              F
A smoke was lying on his lips
            A#           C
And in his hand a rusty flask
F                   Dm
Even in death he'd forced a smile
                                C               F
I oughta give him his dues for going out like that


Interlude: 
F Dm F A#
Dm x2  F x2
F A# Dm A#
Dm x2  F x2

             F                                 
When you've walked through the valley
         A#
Saw the face of death
            Dm
And you've paid your debts 
      A#                      Dm 
Well then, is there anything left
A#                   F
  Is there anything left
           Dm       A#
When you've settled up
                   F
Is there anything left

   F                   A#
I came to pay a false courtesy
    Dm                  A#
So you couldn't get the best of me
         Dm               A#                        F
But the grief hung in the air and mingled with the sweat
      Dm                 A#                         F
I presumed to know your inner workings, but I just wept


  A#                           F
I never thought much about the man
                     C       F
He was always just drifting along
       A#
But a couple hours in
                  F
We were drunk as sin
       Dm           A#         F
I was wrong, I was wrong about him
        Dm             A#             F
I came around, I came around, I came around


   F              A#
I took you for a hanger-on
        Dm                   F
But the way those folks all wept
     F                  A#
You must've been doing something right
             Dm          F
To move the company you kept

      A#                      F
The drinks kept coming and I loosed my tongue
       Dm              C    
And I talked a little shit
          F                        A#
But your friends just laughed and chimed right in
         Dm                      F
Telling yarns so good it made me quit


  A#                           F
I never thought much about the man
                     C       F
He was always just drifting along
       A#
But a couple hours in
                  F
We were drunk as sin
       Dm           A#         F
I was wrong, I was wrong about him
        Dm             A#             F
I came around, I came around, I came around


A#                F
The room started reeling
A#         F
I got the feeling I read you wrong
A#           F          A#
Then another bottle of gin
A#                F      A#
Break out the bar brawl again
A#            F          C
You were the reason for them


        F               A#
By the time the sun was at its feet
     Dm              F
Everybody there was pissed
           F                       A#
And I can say with some degree of certainty
         Dm              F
The old bastard will be missed
A#              F                A#                C
I thought your life was nothing more than one long grift
      F                    Dm
Now I sit weeping by your coffin
             A#           F
Clutching a bottle in my fist


        Dm             A#             F
I came around, I came around, I came around x 6


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New single from Murder by Death's unreleased album "Bitter Drink, Bitter Moon". 
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