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Fitzgerald
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Guitar Tab: http://www.frankblack.net/tabs/song.asp?song=fr2-fitzgerald
Lyrics:
It’s sad to see your art hanging on the wall
So many pictures there
Yours the best of all
I like the Indian
The one in ballpoint ink
In ancient Massachusettes long before you called
You traded him and many others for a drink
You fingers thick from hammers
Well it really makes you think
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 its 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
Oh, Fitzy
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