Tom: G
Em D G C
Em D G C D
C D G
You're never far away from me
F C D G G/F
I've had this lock of your hair now for a half a century or more
Em C D G
I keep it in a matchbox in the pocket of my coat
C D G F
Saturdays I go to town just to make them laugh
C D G G/F Em
I learned to drive when I was 65 years old
C D G
And I sit poker-straight behind the wheel
Em D G C
Mother died of influenza when we kids were small
Em D G C D
Father never smiled again and seemed to shrink with every passing year
Em D G C
Everybody sigh and put your hands on your hips
Em D G
But when I get those old songs in my head
C D
I can’t keep my fingers off the keys
Em D G C
Em D G C D
C D G F
Through my research I have found all it takes to keep the chickens
C D G G/F Em C D G
Laying eggs is opera or Gershwin played at low volumes on dad's old radio
C D G F
One concession for the hens destined for slaughter:
C D G G/F Em
I read them poetry, they like the Yeats the best
C D G
And frankly, so do I
Em D G C
Who wouldn’t like to wake up on the Isle of Innisfree
Em D G C D
To muck about that bee-loud glade like he?
Em D G C
Everybody sigh and put your hands on your hips
Em D G C D
What's good enough for chickens is plenty good enough for you and me
Em D G C
Em D G C D
C D G
You're never far away from me
F C D G G/F
I've had this lock of your hair now for a half a century or more
Em C D G
I keep it in a matchbox in the pocket of my coat
