Pink Floyd – Free Four (Ukulele)

    C                         F              G                     C
The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime.

                            F            G                         C
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom and talk to yourself till you die.

                      F          G                    C
Life is a short, warm moment and death is a long cold rest.

                                  F
You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:

G                                C
Eighty years, with luck, or even less.

                       F                 G                           C
So all aboard for the American tour, and maybe you'll make it to the top.

                               F
And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know.

    G                       C
You may find it hard to get off.

C                    F         G                   C
You are the angel of death and I am the dead man's son.

                                   F
And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole.

    G                        C
And everyone is still on the run.

                         F
And who is the master of fox hounds?

    G                        C
And who says the hunt has begun?

                                F
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?

    G                     C
And who beats the funeral drum?

                              F              G                     C
The memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime.

                            F            G                         C
You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom and talk to yourself till you die.