LAST YEAR'S MAN  (Leonard Cohen)
  
  
Capot on first fret
  
 
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  The rain falls down on last year's man
           G                               D
That's a Jews harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand.
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And the corners of the blue print are ruined since they rolled
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Far past the stems of thumb tacks that still throw shadows on the wood.
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And the skylight is like the skin for a drum I'll never mend
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And all the rain falls down, Amen, on the works of last year's man.


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  I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
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Oh, one by one she had to tell them that her name was Joan of Arc.
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 I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while
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  I want to thank you Joan of Arc   for treating me so well.
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 And tho'  I wear a uniform I was not born to fight
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All these wounded boys you lie beside; good night my friends, goodnight.


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 I came upon a wedding that old fam'lies had contrived
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  Bethlehem the bridegroom   Babylon the bride.
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 Great Babylon was naked Ah! she stood there trembling for me
G                                         D
 And Bethlehem inflamed us both like the shy one at some orgy.
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 And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
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That I had to draw aside to see the serpent eat its tail.


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 Some women wait for Jesus and some women wait for Cain
      G                         D
So I hang upon my altar and I hoist my axe again.
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And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
G                                   D
  When Jesus was the honeymoon and Cain was just the man.
        G                 E                A                 E  
And we read from pleasant bibles that are bound in blood an skin
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That the wilderness is gathering all its children back again.


A                       F#m
 The rain falls down on last year's man
G                             D
  An hour has gone by and he has not moved his hand.
A                                 F#m
 But everything will happen if he only gives the word
G                                   D
  The lovers will rise up and the mountains touch the ground.
         G                 E         A               E
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
     A                 F#m                  G                   D
And all the rain falls down, Amen, on the works of last year's man.


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