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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend
Verse
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost a-gain
But that's not un-us-u-al
It's just that the moon is full
And you hap-pened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the te-le-phone
Hear-ing a voice I'd known
A coup- le of light years a-go
Head-ing straight for a fall
As I re-mem-ber your eyes
Were blu-er than rob-in's eggs
My poet-ry was lou-sy you said
Where are you cal-ling from?
A booth in the mid-west
Ten years a-go
I bought you some cuff-links
You brought me some-thing
We both know what mem-‘ries can bring
They bring dia-monds and rust
Bridge
Now I see you stand-ing
With brown leaves fall-ing a-round
And snow in your hair
Now you're smil-ing out the win-dow
Of that crum-my ho-tel
O-ver Wash-ing-ton Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Ming-les and hangs in the air
Speak-ing strict-ly for me
We both could have died then and there