From a Deadbeat to an Old Greaser Lyrics

Date: Tue, 18 May 1993 11:41:36 -0400 (EDT)
From: shankar@thor.ece.uc.edu (V. Shankar)
Subject: From A Deadbeat to an old Greaser (crd)
(Not in ftp.nevada.edu archives. -ds)
I worked out the following chords for one of my favourite Tull songs
from one of my favourite Tull albums. I would appreciate it if someone
could confirm these chords for me. The fill-ins played during the
transitions from one chord to the other are fairly easy to work out, so
I haven't tabbed them (basically I'm too lazy!).
"From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser"
From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
You won't remember the long nights
coffee bars and black tights and white thighs,
in shop windows, where blonde assistants
fully-fashioned a world
made of dummies with no mummies or daddies to reject them
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture
Sat in a station sharing wet dreams,
of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Rene Magritte
to name a few, of the heroes
who were too wise for their own good
left the young brood to go on living without them.
**Intrumental** (F#m, A, F#m, E, Em, Bm, G, C)
Old queers with young faces, who remember your name,
though you're a dead beat with tired feet,
two ends that don't meet.
To a dead beat from an old greaser
Think you must have me all wrong
I didn't care, friend.
I wasn't there, friend,
If it's the price of a pint that you need, ask me again.
later,
V. Shankar