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Hello Dm7to you, my sweet young friends
Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
My shirt's turn my time's near done
FTouching the untouchables but Gthey don't know
ReBbspect the disrespectables, butC in the end you know
You turn awayDm7, what can I say?
Dm7Spend my nights in the telephone booth
I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
There are no Jones' and I pay no rent
I have to stand straight because my back's so bent
FTell my secretary I ain't Gtakin' any calls,
And Bbif you want to find me, Cjust ask the boys...
Down at the wallDm7...That's where I'll be...
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Dm7Park bench and cigarettes
Can you help me get off this fence?
Can't you see, I'm just an old man
Tryin' hard, do what I can
FTouching the untouchables but Gthey don't know
ReBbspect the disrespectables, butC in the end you know
You turn awayDm7, what can I say?
G7 You'll never, never knoBb6w
C4 You'll never know Dm7
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