Текст песни с аккордами
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(intro) F# E (x4)
E Eb B D F#
Telephone call telling me my old friend Graham had died
E Eb G#m F#
I took a ride down to where I could be of assistance.
E Eb B D F#
I said to his wife don’t give into grieving cliché and turn
E Eb G#m F#
His side of the room into a shrine, it just doesn’t work.
B F# B
My arm round her shoulder, gently I told her
E Eb G#m (instr) F# E (x4)
Dead men don’t need season tickets.
E Eb B D F#
Now that he’s gone you’re gonna need a helping hand with the lawn
E Eb G#m F#
Various chores – not least of all, those funeral arrangements.
E Eb B D F#
If I were you I’d get myself away from all that relates
E Eb G#m F#
Week in the lakes, reasonable rates early September.
B F# B
Now I’m no hotelier, just thought I’d tell yer
E Eb G#m F#
Dead men don’t need season tickets.
B F# B
Maybe I’m forward, maybe I’m morbid
E Eb G#m F#
Dead men don’t need season tickets.
E Eb G#m
Dead men don’t need season tickets.
F# B F# B
In the mortuary, in the mortuary
F# B F# B F# E F# E F# E F#
In the mortuary, in the mortuary.
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