Tom: C
(intro)(while whistling)E|-----------------------------------------------------------|B|-----------------------------------------------------------|G|-------5-----5-----------4-----5-----5-----5---------------|D|-----------------------------------------------------------|A|----3-----3-----3--3--2-----3-----3-----3------------------|E|-----------------------------------------------------------|(part A)C F G CGetting hung up all day on smiles F G CWalking down Portobello Road for miles F GGreeting strangers in Indian bootsF GYellow ties and old brown suitsAm GGrowing old is my only dan - ger(part B)C F G CCuckoo clocks and plastic socks F G CLampshades of old antique leather F G AmNothing looks weird, not even a beardF GOr the boots made out of feathersF CI keep walking miles F C'til I feel a broom beneath my feetF COr the hawking eyes G G7Of an old stuffed bull across the street F G CNothing's the same if you see it again F G CIt'll be broken down to litter F G AmOh and the clothes everyone knowsF GThat that dress will never fit her(part C) C F G C(whistling)F G C(whistling)F G Am(more whistling)F F G G G G G G G G G G G G(all strummed downward quickly)(repeat parts a and b and then part a again with the last line)Am G C F G CGrowing old is my only dan - ger(outro) (while whistling)E|-----------------------------------------------------------|B|---------1-----1-----0-------------------------------------|G|---------0-----2-----0-------------------------------------|D|------2-----3--------------2-------------------------------|A|---3--------------------3-----3----------------------------|E|------------------3----------------------------------------|
