F C Eb Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy Bb Wounded in the line of duty Gm F Cm Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Eb Bb Fm Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles Eb Gm Leave it all and like a man Eb Gm Oh come back to nothing special Dm Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines Gm Dm And silver bullet suicides Gm Dm And messianic ocean tides Gm Dm And racial roller-coaster rides Eb D /a And other forms of boredom advertised as poetry
Em G I know you need your sleep now D I know your life's been hard Em G But many men have fallen D Where you promised to stand guard
F C Eb I never asked but I heard that you cast your lot along with the poor Bb How come I overheard your prayer Gm That you be this and nothing more F Cm Eb Than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire Bb Fm Eb Gm The patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair A D Working for the Yankee dollar
D Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola A Go down Point Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter D /a Working for the Yankee dollar
Em G I know you need your sleep now D I know your life's been hard Em G But many men have fallen D Where you promised to stand guard
F C Eb Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you really are Bb Gm And be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child F Cm Eb Then let your other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come Bb Fm Till love is pierced and love is hung Eb Gm And every taste is on the tongue Eb Gm And every kind of freedom done, then Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm Bb Oh my love, oh, oh my love, oh my love Dm Bb Dm Oh my love