Em7 Ricky's been kick- A7sus4 ing the gon Dmaj7 g D
F#m7 lickety B7 split didn't Emaj7 take too E long
A G junkie's C sick, a F#m7 monkey's st B7 rong
E That's what C#m7 's wron A g
Well, I Em7 guess he's been me A7sus4 ssing aroun Dmaj7 d down D town
F#m7 so sad to B7 see the man l Emaj7 osing gro E und
G winding d C own behi F#m7 nd closed d B7 oors
E on all four C#m7 s A
C Mama, don't you call him my nam G e;
he can't h D ear you D/E anymor A e
C Even if he seems the s G ame to you
that's a D stranger Bm7 to your Esus4 door E
C Ask him what's he G/B come here for A
Oh my God, a monkey can move a man
Send him to hell and home again
With an empty hand in the afternoon
shooting for the moon
It's halfway sick and it's halfway stoned
He'd sure like to kick but he's too far gone
so they wind him down with the methadone
He's all on his own
But baby, don't you throw your love away
I hate to seem unkind
It's only that I understand the man
that the monkey can leave behind
I used to think he was a friend of mine
Em7 A7sus4 Dmaj7 D, F#m7 B7 Emaj7 E, G C F#m7 B7, E C#m7 A (slower)
La, la, la, ...
F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 F#m7, F#m C#m7 F#m7 C#m7 A/B, C D E, F#m7 B7sus4 F#m.
La, la, la, ...
James Taylor
