A                                       D                           A
He went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so.
A                                       D                       E7
He was impressive, young and agressive, savin' the world on his own.
        D                        A                      D                   E7
But the warm summer breezes, the French wine and cheese put his ambition at bay
    A
The summers and winters scattered like splinters
       D              E7      A
And four or five years slipped away.


A                                                 D                         A
Then he went to England, played the piano, and married an Actress named Kim.
A                                               D                            E7
They had a fine life, she was a good wife and bore him a young son named Jim.
     D                       A                        D                       E7
And all of the answers and all of the questions he locked in his attic oneday
    A
'Cause he liked the quiet clean county livin'
       D        E7               A
And twenty more years slipped away.

A                                                            D      
Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady, and left him with
  only one (A)eye.
A                                                       D       
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered, all he could do was
  just (E7)cry.
           D                     A                      D           E7
While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin' answers he never found.
       A
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
       D              E7      A
And left England without a sound.


A                                                     D                     
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's and drinks his Green Label
  each (A)day.
A                                                  D                       E7
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin', but he don't care what people say.
        D                        A                      D                   
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion, if he likes you he'll smile,
  then he'll (E7)say
    A
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic,
       D              E7      A
But I had a good life all the way."
A                                              D                            A
And he went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so.