F# Penniless and G# tired, let your F# hair grow G# long,
I was Dm# looking at you Am# there and your G# face looked F# wrong,
Memo Am# ry is a F# fickle G# silent F# song
I G# didn't understand
F# Image and a l G# ight as the m F# orning G# nears,
you don't Dm# say a single Am# word of your G# last two F# years
Well Am# you will be, F# you'll reach G# the fron F# tier
I d G# idn't understand, oh
F# See your wringing G# hands and a F# silver G# knife
Twenty d Dm# ollars in your Am# hand that you G# hold so F# tight
All the e Am# vidence F# of your G# vagrant F# life
My G# brother you were born
F# And you will try to G# do what you F# did be G# fore
Pull the Dm# wool over your Am# eyes, for a G# week or F# more
Let your Am# family F# take you G# back to F# your
G# Original mind.
There's noth C# ing I can do
There's noth F# ing I can do C#
There's nothing I can say
There's noth F# ing I can say C#
I can say
Fleet Foxes
