Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long,

 I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong,

Memory is a fickle silent song

 I didn't understand

Interlude

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Image and a light as the morning nears,

 you don't say a single word of your last two years

 Well you will be, you'll reach the frontier

 I didn't understand, oh

See your wringing hands and a silver knife

 Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight

 All the evidence of your vagrant life

 My brother you were born

And you will try to do what you did before

 Pull the wool over your eyes, for a week or more

 Let your family take you back to your

Original mind.

 There's nothing I can do

 There's nothing I can do

 There's nothing I can say

 There's nothing I can say

 I can say