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a F
It's four in the morning, the end of December
d7 e7
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
a F
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
d7
There's music on Clinton Street
e7
all through the evening
a h a
I hear that you're building your little house

h
deep in the desert
a G
You're living for nothing now
a G
I hope you're keeping some kind of record

C G
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
a
She said that you gave it to her
h G
That night that you planned to go clear
F e7
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you

you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat

was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife

C G
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
a
One more thin gypsy thief
a G F e7
Well I see Jane's awake she sends her regards

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping,

and his woman is free

C G

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took

from her eyes
a G
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
C G
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
a
She said that you gave it to her
h G
That night that you planned to go clear
F e7
Sincerely, L Cohen