Date: Tue, 18 May 1993 11:41:36 -0400 (EDT) 
From: shankar@thor.ece.uc.edu (V. Shankar) 
Subject: From A Deadbeat to an old Greaser (crd) 

[Not in ftp.nevada.edu archives.  -ds] 

I worked out the following chords for one of my favourite Tull songs 
from one of my favourite Tull albums. I would appreciate it if someone 
could confirm these chords for me. The fill-ins played during the 
transitions from one chord to the other are fairly easy to work out, so 
I haven't tabbed them (basically I'm too lazy!). 
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"From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser" 
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D                       F#m        A                     F#m 
 From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you. 
          E             Em   Bm 
You won't remember the long nights 
G               C                D 
coffee bars and black tights and white thighs, 
        F#m                       A 
in shop windows, where blonde assistants 
                  F#m 
fully-fashioned a world 
E                       Em Bm     G           C 
made of dummies with no mummies or daddies to reject them 
     D                      F#m             A              F#m 
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows did F.B.I 
                E                                     Em Bm 
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture 
          G              C 
Sat in a station sharing wet dreams, 
           D           F#m            A 
of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac, Rene Magritte 
          F#m         E 
to name a few, of the heroes 
                            Em  Bm 
who were too wise for their own good 
         G                   C         D 
left the young brood to go on living without them. 
  

**Intrumental** (F#m, A, F#m, E, Em, Bm, G, C) 
  

D               F#m         A                  F#m 
Old queers with young faces, who remember your name, 
                E              Em    Bm 
though you're a dead beat with tired feet, 
G             C 
two ends that don't meet. 
     D                 F#m 
To a dead beat from an old greaser 
A                            F#m 
  Think you must have me all wrong 
         E 
I didn't care, friend. 
         Em     Bm 
I wasn't there, friend, 
                       G                       C 
If it's the price of a pint that you need, ask me again. 
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later, 

    V. Shankar 
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