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Intro: [F]

[F C Eb] Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy
[Bb] wounded in the line of duty
[Gm F Cm] parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties

[Eb Bb Fm] urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
[Eb Gm] Leave it all, and like a man
[Eb Gm] I come back to nothing special,

[Dm] such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
[Gm Dm] and silver bullet suicides,
[Gm Dm] and messianic ocean tides,
[Gm Dm] and racial roller-coaster rides
[Eb D /a /a /a /a] and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

[Em G] I know you need your sleep now,
[D] I know your life’s been hard.
[Em G] But many men have fallen,
[D] where you promised to stand guard.

[F C Eb] I never asked but I heard that you cast your lot along with the poor.
[Bb] How come I overheard your prayer
[Gm] that you be this and nothing more
[F Cm Eb] than just some grateful, faithful woman’s favourite singing millionaire,
[Bb Fm Eb Gm] the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair,

[A D] working for the Yankee dollar.
[D] Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola.
[A] Go down Point Koomahnah.
[A] Both mother and daughter.
[D /a /a /a /a] Working for the Yankee dollar.

[Em G] I know you need your sleep now.
[D] I know your life’s been hard,
[Em G] but many men have fallen,
[D] where you promised to stand guard.

[F C Eb] Oh lover, come and lie with me, if my lover is who you really are.
[Bb Gm] And be your sweetest self a while, until I ask for more, my child.
[F Cm Eb] Then let your other selves be wrung and let them manifest and come,
[Bb Fm] 'till love is pierced and love is hung
[Eb Gm] and every taste is on the tongue,
[Eb Gm] and every kind of freedom done, then

[Dm Bb Dm Bb Dm Bb] oh my love, oh, oh my love, oh my love.
[Dm Bb Dm] Oh my love.