Nortabs

Intro:
[A]


I re[A]member back in ‘68, as a boy
I lay there listening to The Bee Gees[D][A]

My brother came so proudly back from town
With his new bought black [B]LP
He [D]switched on his old record player, and filled the room
With Folsom Prison [A]Blues, [D]and I’d [A]say
The [A]power and the feelings in your [D]voice
Nearly took my breath a[A]way[D][A]


Your [D]records are still spining around the world!
Here’s to you, The Man in [A]Black![D][A]

And it [A]burns, burns, burns, a [D]ring of [A]fire, a [E]ring of [A]fire
Because your [Bm]mine, I walk the [A]line[D][A]


You wore black for all the poor ones and the beaten down
for the sick and lonely old
for the prisoner who’s the victim of the times
and for the hungry and the cold
I hope that things are brighter now n’ I-Believe
that the Lord is on your side
And that your dear wife is standin’ right beside-you
And you both are wearing white


Your [D]memories and your music will last for ever!
Here’s to you, The Man in [A]Black![D][A]

He’s gone, [G]gone, [D]gone, gone back [A]home![D][A]
He’s gone, [G]gone, [D]gone, gone back [A]home![D][A]