Famous Inside

      A
I can almost hear some of you say
       A
“You’d think he’d have more sense at his age
    E
The crazy old man in the old tam-o-shanter’s
        A
Getting carried away”

    A
Sometimes it’s almost too much to stand
         A
But it’s not my place to take you in hand
   E
It used to be a man and his madness
                      A
Were as sacred as the coming of day

     A
It’s strange how things will stick in the mind
      A
You’d think the years would leave them behind
    E
But long ago moments as a winner
                        A
Kind of push the recent memories aside

A
Symptomatic, you say, of old age
         A
But it’s something that nobody can gauge
   E
It may be that I’ve sorted out the memories I can keep
               A
And thrown the others away

        E
There’s some who would say, “Just let him sit and decay”
      D                              A
But I really can’t believe that it’s true
        Db7
There’s bits of yourself you always have to live up to
   D                    E
If only for a moment or two

        A
There’s little time to spend sitting down
     A
When feeling good means moving around
    E
And I can’t be blamed if I remember my name
           A
And why it made me so proud

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        E
There’s some who would say, “Just let him sit and decay”
      D                              A
But I really can’t believe that it’s true
        Db7
There’s bits of yourself you always have to live up to
   D                    E
If only for a moment or two

   A
At my age I do as I choose
    A
And shouldn’t need to make an excuse
  E
I know you all feel a little famous inside
           A
And I’m no different than you
  E
I know you all feel a little famous inside
           A
And I’m no different than you

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