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Rough On The Living

Höfundur lags: Shel Silverstein Flytjandi: Bobby Bare Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]His picture was [G7]in all the [C]papers

They said that a legend had passed
The [F]late evening news did a special report
And swore that his memory would [C]last


They're playing his records all weekend
Praising the [C7]life that he [F]lived
Nashville is rough on the [C]living
But she [G7]really speaks well of the [C]dead

The wife that they [G7]interviewed [C]cried

Is the same one who left him last fall
And the [F]record producer who called him a hero
Is the one who wouldn't answer his [C]calls


The ladies they sit over coffee
Bragging [C7]bout sharing his [F]bed  
They didn't want him around when he's [C]living
But he's [G7]sure a good friend when he's [C]dead

They [F]observed twenty seconds of [C]silence
At the [G7]Opry on Saturday [C]night
And [F]they're searching the bars and the [C]basements
For [D7]some souvenir of his [G7]life   

They're [C]planning a [G7]book for [C]September

Showing his plain country roots
Any [F]they're selling the rights to the movie
And the Hall of Fame's getting his [C]boots


At the funeral somebody recited a poem
That told how [C7]he suffered and [F]bled
Nashville is rough on the [C]living
But she [G7]really speaks well of the [C]dead

Yeah [F]Nashville is rough on the [C]living
But she [G7]really speaks well of the [C]dead


His picture was in all the papers

They said that a legend had passed
The late evening news did a special report
And swore that his memory would last

They're playing his records all weekend
Praising the life that he lived
Nashville is rough on the living
But she really speaks well of the dead

The wife that they interviewed cried

Is the same one who left him last fall
And the record producer who called him a hero
Is the one who wouldn't answer his calls

The ladies they sit over coffee
Bragging bout sharing his bed
They didn't want him around when he's living
But he's sure a good friend when he's dead

They observed twenty seconds of silence
At the Opry on Saturday night
And they're searching the bars and the basements
For some souvenir of his life

They're planning a book for September

Showing his plain country roots
Any they're selling the rights to the movie
And the Hall of Fame's getting his boots

At the funeral somebody recited a poem
That told how he suffered and bled
Nashville is rough on the living
But she really speaks well of the dead

Yeah Nashville is rough on the living
But she really speaks well of the dead

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