C

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I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
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I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot

F   C             Dm               F
days keep growing short, nights too
                C
let us go then, you and I
             E          G
and try to unlearn, says Elliot
F   C        Dm               F            C
he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters

C                                   E                G
let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot
    F     C              Dm
and put a record on the gramophone
    Am
Lie down dear
D
on the weed
      G
Don't weep dear
E     D
gayly clad

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sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot
C                       E           G
sadness is a long round ribbon, says he
F  C       Dm
sadness is beautiful

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I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
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I grow old I shall wear my trousers rolled says Elliot