Memo from Turner    (video)

 

     D - G      - D - D7 - G     - D - D7 - G

 

              G                                                                 C                  - G

1. Did I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night ?

                      C                     G

    You were eating eggs in Sammy´s

                                        C                    - G

    when the black man drew his knife.

                   G

    Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton,

                                    C                      - G

    as he washed his sleeveless shirt.

                                              C                                   G

    You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one

                C                   - G

    we all called “Kurt”.

 

      Bm             Am                  C                               G

    Come now, gentleman, I know there´s some mistake,

                 Bm              Am                       C                                G

    how forgetful I´m becoming, now you fixed your business straight. - -

 

            G                                                C                   G

2. I remember you in Hamlock Road in nineteen fifty-six,

                       C                G                              C                    G

    you were a faggy little leather-boy with a smaller piece of stick.

                        G

    You were a lashing, smashing hunk of man,

                 C                                  G

    your sweat shine sweet and strong,

             C                        G

    your organ´s working perfectly,

                           C              F                  D  - D7

    but there´s a part that´s not screwed on.            +  D - D7 (3x) - D

 

                        G                                                  C                    G

3. Weren´t you at the Coke-Convention back in nineteen sixty-five ?

                        C                     G                            C                G

    You´re the misbred grey executive I´ve seen heavily advertised.

                         G

    You´re that grey man whose daughter licks

        C                              G

    policemen´s buttons clean,

 

 

 

 

 

                        C                          G

    you´re the man who squats behind the man

              C                          C       - G

    who works the soft machine.

 

     Bm              Am                     C                 G

    Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave,

              Bm               Am                      C                                       G

    you´ll still be in the circus when I´m laughing, laughing in my grave.

 

+  D - D7 (5x)  - D - - -

 

                     G                                                 C                           G

4. When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on,

                   C                               G                           C                    G

    and the young girls eat their mother´s meat from tubes of plasticon.

             G                                                    C                           G

    Be weary, please, my gentle friends, of all the skins you breed,

             C                       G          C                               C    - G

    they have that nasty habit, it ain´t the hands that bleed.

 

               G                                                    C                          G

5. So remember who you say you are, but keep your noses clean,

              C                         G                                C                       G

    boys will be boys and play with toys, so be strong with your beast.

              G                                                             C                      G

    Oh, Rosie, dear, don´t ya think it´s queer, so stop me if you please,

            C                        G

    the baby´s dead, my lady said,

              C                              F                 G

    “You gentlemen, why you all work for me ?”

 

(orig. = capo 2nd)    (The Rolling Stones)