[Am]Are we stil[C]l on the phone20[Bm][Dm]
[Am]With la[C]dy Anna Clarke and her[Bm] trumpet solo?[Dm]
[Am]Whose ghost[C] sings for pay[Bm][Dm]
[Am]In the blu[C]e billiard r[Bm]oom of the Mont[Dm]erey
[Am]For r[C]oom and for board[Bm][Dm]
[Am]And the back [C]door key is a 19th centu[Bm]ry civil war sword[Dm]
[Am]Once owned[C] by John Booth[Bm][Dm]
Am C Bm Dm 20
And he[Am] misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot
T[G]his could be the shining hour[F][Dm][Am]
[G]Based on all this mad belie[F]f[Dm][Am]
[G]In money oil and angel pow[F]der[Dm][Am]
G F Dm09
In the new age magazine20
There92s a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone
He92s sittin92 down at city hall
The police they peek through here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it92s all in good spirits
And if you close eyes you can92t help, help but to hear 91em move
This could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east20
village, oh20
And it kills me to think
That I92m no longer living
Just looking for excuses to dink
So lift up your glass
And your Ouija board 91cause I92m fading, fading, fading fast
[Am]With la[C]dy Anna Clarke and her[Bm] trumpet solo?[Dm]
[Am]Whose ghost[C] sings for pay[Bm][Dm]
[Am]In the blu[C]e billiard r[Bm]oom of the Mont[Dm]erey
[Am]For r[C]oom and for board[Bm][Dm]
[Am]And the back [C]door key is a 19th centu[Bm]ry civil war sword[Dm]
[Am]Once owned[C] by John Booth[Bm][Dm]
Am C Bm Dm 20
And he[Am] misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot
T[G]his could be the shining hour[F][Dm][Am]
[G]Based on all this mad belie[F]f[Dm][Am]
[G]In money oil and angel pow[F]der[Dm][Am]
G F Dm09
In the new age magazine20
There92s a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone
He92s sittin92 down at city hall
The police they peek through here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it92s all in good spirits
And if you close eyes you can92t help, help but to hear 91em move
This could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine
I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east20
village, oh20
And it kills me to think
That I92m no longer living
Just looking for excuses to dink
So lift up your glass
And your Ouija board 91cause I92m fading, fading, fading fast
