Memo From Turner

The Rolling Stones

Tom: A

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Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
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You were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
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Or you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleevless shirt.
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You know that Spanish speaking gentleman, the one that we call Kurt.

Bm  G  A

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Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake
       C#m            Bm            D                   A
How forgetful I'm becoming now you fixed your business straight


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I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty six
            A                               D7              A
You were a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick
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You were a lashing smashing hunk of a man,
     D                      A
your sweat shined sweet and strong
     D7                A                      Bm
Your organ's working perfectly, but there's a part
           G             E7
that's not   screwed on


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Weren't you at the Coke Convention back in nineteen sixty five

You're the misbred grey executive I've seen heavily advertised
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You're the great grey man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean
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You're the man who squats behind the man
           Bm          G             A
who works            the soft machine
C#m         Bm                 D             A
Come now, gentlemen, your love  is all I crave
          C#m            Bm                D
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing,
                              A
laughing            in my grave

       A                               D7                A
Well remember who you say you are but keep your noses clean
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Boys will be boys and play with toys. So be   strong with your beast
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Oh Rosie dear, don'cha think it's queer. So stop me if you please
    D7               A
The baby's dead, my lady said.
        Bm                        G               A
You gentlemen       will you all         work for me


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When the old men do all the fighting and the young men all look on
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And the young girls eat their mother's meat from tubes of plasticon
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Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skin you breed
   D7              A
To have that tasty habit,
     Bm            G             A
it's not       the hands    that bleed