Ben Folds Five - Fred Jones
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Band name | Ben Folds Five |
Song name | Fred Jones |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 05/06/2008 |
Size | 2.01 kb |
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Chords C x32010 Am7 x02013 Em7 020003 G 320033 Gsus4 3x0013 Intro C Am7 Em7 G e|----3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3--3---3p0---3---3/5------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------5/6-----------------| G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| Verse: C Am7 Em7 G Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark C Am7 Em7 G There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall Am F Am F He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes C G Things that remind him: 'Life has been good' Am Twenty-five years F He's worked at the paper C G Gsus4 G A man's here to take him downstairs Chorus: C F And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones G C It's time Verse: There was no party, there were no songs 'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started Noone has left here that knows his first name And life barrels on like a runaway train Where the passengers change They don't change anything You get off; someone else can get on Chorus: And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones It's time Bridge: Am Em Streetlight shines through the shades F C G/B Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face F C He reflects on the day Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement Projecting some slides onto a plain white Canvas and traces it Fills in the spaces He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right Yeah, and all of these bastards Have taken his place He's forgotten but not yet gone And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones It's time