A
So long to silent movies
                           D
To quiet dances on a screen
A
So long to burning slowly
                           D
Smelling sweat and kerosene
     E                     E7
And all the actors on the stage are rolling cigarettes
    E                A
And whispering so low
E                E7                  E          A
Call my parents up, tell them I’m not coming home


A
So long to silent movies
                            D 
To waking early, staying late
A
I think I’ll head on down to Reno
                         D
Try my hand at real-estate
         E                            D
And I’ll fix up a Cadillac and find a girl who
                      A
Likes to dance so slow
E                  D                          A
Call my parents up, tell them I’m already home


D                                                A
But I swear I’ve seen my share of black and white
D                                                      A
And I swear this screen, it never tells the story right


A
So long to silent movies
                            D
To all the talking in between
A
Cleaning dust off of the press-box
                              D
And fixing broken tape machines
E
Wasn’t much of an actor, was I?
D                           A
I ain’t much of anything at all
            E                       D
But I can’t see those marquee lights
                            A
that are hanging on the wall


D                                                A
But I swear I’ve seen my share of black and white
D                                                      A
And I swear this screen, it never tells the story right


A
So I ain’t ever gonna talk again

I ain’t ever gonna talk again
Am  D
No, no
A
So I ain't ever gonna talk again
A
I aint ever gonna talk again
Em. G
No, no.
A
I aint ever gonna talk again
A
I aint ever gonna talk again
Em. D
No, no