Free Four

[Intro]

One, two, free, four!

[Verse 1]

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime

You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die

[Verse 2]

Life is a short, warm moment

And death is a long, cold rest

You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye

Eighty years, with luck, or even less

[Verse 3]

So all aboard for the American tour

And maybe you’ll make it to the top

And mind how you go, and I can tell you, ’cause I know

You may find it hard to get off

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 4]

But you are the angel of death

And I am the dead man’s son

And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole

And everyone is still on the run

[Verse 5]

And who is the master of fox hounds?

And who says the hunt has begun?

And who calls the tune in the courtroom?

And who beats the funeral drum?

[Verse 1]

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime

You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die

[Instrumental Outro]