Jethro Tull – From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser (Guitar)

       C               Em           G                  Em
From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you

            D          Dm   Am      F               Bb
You won't remember the long nights, coffee bars and black tights

    C                    Em                     G                          Em
And white thighs in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world

        D               Dm Am      F            Bb
Made of dummies with no mommies or daddies to reject them

     C                       Em             G               Em
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I.

                D                                     Dm Am
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture

           F               Bb                    C
Sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker

     Em            G                   Em
Jack Kerouac, René Magritte, to name a few

       D                                  Dm  Am
Of the heroes who were too wise for their own good

         F                    Bb         C        
Left the young brood to go on living without them

C               Em          G                 Em
Old queers with young faces who remember your name

                D              Dm    Am    F             Bb
Though you're a dead beat with tired feet, two ends that don't meet

     C                 Em           G                          Em
To a dead beat from an old greaser, think you must have me all wrong

         D                      Dm     Am
I didn't care, friend; I wasn't there, friend

                       F                       Bb
If it's the price of a pint that you need, ask me again