Am F
It's four in the morning, the end of December
Dm7 Em7
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
Am F
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
Dm7 Em7
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
Am Bm Am Bm
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
Am G
You're living for nothing now
Am G
I hope you're keeping some kind of record
CHORUS #1:
C G
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Am
She said that you gave it to her
Bm G
That night that you planned to go clear
F Em7
Did you ever go clear?
Am
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
CHORUS #2:
C G
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
Am
One more thin gypsy thief
Bm G F Em7
Well I see Jane's awake she sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
CHORUS #3:
C G
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
Am G
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
C G
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Am
She said that you gave it to her
Bm G
That night that you planned to go clear
F Em7
Sincerely, L Cohen
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