Tablature rehersal for retirement - Phil Ochs

          



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  Rehearsals for Retirement - Phil Ochs

  

  A             G      D           A

  The days grow longer for smaller prizes

  A             G      D           A

  I feel a stranger to all surprises

  Bm           E            A

  You can have them I don't want them

  C#m          ??           D

  I wear a different kind of garment

  F#m              E

  In my rehearsals for retirement

  

  The lights are cold again, they dance below me

  I turn to old friends, they do not know me

  All about the beggar he remembers

  I put a penny down for payment

  In my rehearsals for retirement

  

  D                              A

  If I'd have known the end would end in laughter

  F#m

  I'd tell my daughter

  E

  It doesn't matter

  

  The stage is tainted with empty voices

  The ladies painted, they have no choices

  I take my colors from the stable

  They lie in tatters by the tournament

  In my rehearsals for retirement

  

  Where are the armies that killed a country

  And turned a strong man into a baby

  Now (out ?) comes the rabble, they are welcome

  I wait in anger and amusement

  In my rehearsal for retirement

  

  If I'd have known the end would end in laughter

  I'd tell my daughter

  It doesn't matter

  

  Farewell my own true love, farewell my fancy

  Are you still with me love, though you failed me

  But one last gesture for your pleasure

  I'll paint your memory on the monument

  In my rehearsals for retirement

   


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 Rehersal for retirement, de Phil ochs 

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