Guitar chords Memo From Turner

Key:  A
                    
A
                                  
A7
                                    
D7
 
Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
                                                                    
A
                                            
D7
 
You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
A
                                                                                                   
D7
 
Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt.
                                            
D7
                                          
A
 
You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt.
Bm
  
G
  
A
 
C#m
            
Bm
                              
D
                            
A
 
Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake
              
C#m
                      
Bm
                      
D
                                    
A
 
How forgetful I'm becoming now you fixed your business straight
          
A
                                                      
D7
                            
A
 
I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six
                        
A
                                                            
D7
                          
A
 
You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick
                      
A
 
You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man,
          
D
                                          
A
 
your sweat shined sweet and strong
          
D7
                              
A
                                          
Bm
 
Your organ's working perfectly, but there's a part
                      
G
                        
E7
 
that's not     screwed on
A
  
E7
  
A
  
E
  
A
  
E7
  
A
  
E
 
                        
A
                                                            
D
                                
A
 
Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five
You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised
                        
A
                                                                            
D
                                  
A
 
You're the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean
      
D
                                                
A
 
You're the man who squats behind the man
                      
Bm
                  
G
                        
A
 
who works                       the soft machine
C#m
                
Bm
                                
D
                        
A
 
Come now, gentlemen, your love   is all I crave
                    
C#m
                      
Bm
                              
D
 
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing,
                                                            
A
 
laughing                       in my grave
              
A
                                                            
D7
                              
A
 
Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean
                
A
                                                                    
D
                                      
A
 
Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be     strong with your beast
      
A
                                                                              
D
                                      
A
 
Oh Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer. So stop me if you please
        
D7
                            
A
 
The baby's dead, my lady said.
                
Bm
                                              
G
                            
A
 
You gentlemen             will you all                 work for me
                  
A
                                                                    
D7
                                
A
 
When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on
                
A
                                                                              
D
                          
A
 
And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon
        
A
                                                                
D
                                        
A
 
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed
      
D7
                          
A
 
To have that tasty habit,
          
Bm
                      
G
                        
A
 
it's not             the hands       that bleed