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The Rolling Stones - Memo From Turner guitar tab

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Memo From Turner

A A7 D7

Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?

A D7

You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.

A A D7

Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt.

D7 A

You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt.

Bm G A

C#m Bm D A

Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake

C#m Bm D A

How forgetful I'm becoming now you fixed your business straight

A D7 A

I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six

A D7 A

You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick

A

You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man,

D A

your sweat shined sweet and strong

D7 A Bm

Your organ's working perfectly, but there's a part

G E7

that's not screwed on

A E7 A E A E7 A E

A D A

Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five

You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised

A D A

You're the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean

D A

You're the man who squats behind the man

Bm G A

who works the soft machine

C#m Bm D A

Come now, gentlemen, your love is all I crave

C#m Bm D

You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing,

A

laughing in my grave

A D7 A

Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean

A D A

Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be strong with your beast

A D A

Oh Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer. So stop me if you please

D7 A

The baby's dead, my lady said.

Bm G A

You gentlemen will you all work for me

A D7 A

When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on

A D A

And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon

A D A

Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed

D7 A

To have that tasty habit,

Bm G A

it's not the hands that bleed

Hans

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