D G A Bm It’s sad to see your art hanging on the wall D G So many pictures there A Bm D Yours the best of all D G I like the Indian A Bm D The one in ballpoint ink G A D In ancient Massachusettes long before you called Em D F#7 You traded him and many others for a drink Chorus: D G Your fingers thick from hammers D A Well it really makes you think Bm C D Gm And then my father would fill your glass so tall When I was a kid I gophered in your crew Always a kind word and you showed me what to do And living hammered, well it's always hit or miss But through your cigarette-stained beard, your love rang true And though you are so loved it had to come to this You got shut off because you always stink of piss And now you drink someplace where no one bothers you A Dm Oh, Fitzy G7 Gm Oh, Fitzy A Dm Oh, Fitzy G7 Gm Oh, Fitzy A Dm G7 Dm G7 Dm G7 D Oh, Fitzy | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C D Dm Em F#7 G Gm G7 Bm |