[INTRO] D Gm (x3)
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
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
D G A Bm D
When I was a kid I gophered in your crew
G
Always a kind word
A Bm D
And you showed me what to do
D G A Bm D
And living hammered, well its always hit or miss
G A
But through your cigarette-stained beard
D
Your love rang true
D Em D F#7
And though you are so loved it had to come to this
D G D A
You got shut off because you always stink of piss
Bm C D Gm
And now you drink someplace where no one bothers you
[END CHORUS]
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
[OUTRO]
Dm G7 D/F# Gm (repeat)