Em I feel the wash, close down the street Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen A7 Em And I hear them, hear them call his name A7 Em And I see him, see him turn away D Bm C D Bm C Bm C Em They take him in, and clean him up Well, they take him in, and strip him down They dry his skin, and feed him wine And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away Bm C A7 D There's no one, no one home to phone, C A7 D sits alone at home C A7 D He calls his home his own C A7 D His wife is still unknown | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA7 C D Em Bm |