Tom: Em
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I slow down, Purple Avenues,
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to march around in April's shoes
Am D G Bm7
Weather vanes remind
Am A Em D
of the summetimes that I've left behind
G Em Am D
The money's gone for auld lang syne
G Em Am B
I spent on Eastern Standard Time
Am B Em
What ever happened to my role?
Am B Em
September fell right through the hole
Am B Em D
All I've got is empty po-ckets now
G Em Am D
Why does August try so hard
G Em Am B
to hoist me on my own petard?
Am D G Bm7
I've learned one thing from losing her (alt: how we were)
Am A Em D
That an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure
G Em Am D
The shadows fall, I cannot thread
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the tenor of the things you said
Am B Em
All that's left is flesh and bone
Am B Em
The lights are on but no one's home
Am B Em D D#
All I've got is empty pockets now
Cm Fm Bb
I spill myself another drink
D# Cm Fm Bb
I count the whiskers in the sink
Fm Bb D# Gm7
The orchestra is blind
D# Cm Fm Bb
But I've never been the worrying kind
D# Cm Fm Bb
Subsequently and furthermore
D# Cm Fm Bb
I'll sleep right here on the draining board
Fm G Cm
I'll never be paroled
Fm G Cm
I like to drink 'em while they're cold
Fm G Cm Bb D#
All I've got is empty pockets now
