Elvis Costello & The Attractions – Man Out Of Time (Ukulele)

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So this is where he came to hide

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When he ran from you

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In a private detective overcoat

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And dirty dead men's shoes

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The pretty things of Knightsbridge

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Lying for of Minister of State

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Are a far cry from the nod and wink

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Here at Traitors' Gate

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'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down

       F#sus4
And he listens for the footsteps

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That would follow him around

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To murder - my love - is a crime

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But will you still love - a man out of time

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There's a tupenny ha'ppenny millionaire

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Looking for a fourpenny one

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With a tight grip on the short hairs

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Of the public imagination

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But for his private wife and kids somehow

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Real life becomes a rumour

     E
Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters

       F#m
And a German sense of humor

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He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge

   F#sus4
He stands to be insulted

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And he pays for the privilege

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To murder - my love - is a crime

    F#m  G#m   A  F#/A# Bsus4 G#/B#  C#m  A  E
But will you still love - a man out of time

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The biggest wheels of industry

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Retire sharp and short

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And after the dinner overtures

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Are nothing but an afterthought

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Somebody's creeping in the kitchen

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There's a reputation to be made

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Whose nerves are always on the knife's edge

    F#m
And who's up late polishing the blade

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Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning

   F#sus4
You drink yourself insensitive

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And hate yourself in the morning

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To murder - my love - is a crime

    F#m  G#m   A  F#/A# Bsus4 G#/B#  C#m  A  E
But will you still love - a man out of time