Found

Intro: E7 A 

 
    A                                  E 
Oh, every girl in town, they know my name 
     E7                        A 
At any door i’m never turned away 
   D 
My tongue has many uses 
         A 
(be it pleasure or excuses) 
  D                E7             A 
Invite me in, but know i cannot stay 


     A                      E 
I’ve got a reputation to uphold 
     E7                              A 
I’m in my prime, in spite of getting old 
     D 
Each tune and each recital 
        A 
Offers proof that i’m still vital 
     D                E              A 
They buy my lies wherever they are sold 

 
  D                          A 
I go by many names and many faces 
   Dm                          A 
I’m infamous and wanted many places 
   D                   E 
I’m searching for, you see, 
   C#             F#m 
A missing part of me — 
     D                 E              A 
But let’s not look at that! alone, i’m free 

 
   A                            E 
This entertainer travels with a band 
    E7                                 A 
Some friends who revel with me ‘cross the land 
      D 
And though we’ve faced real danger 
        A                 C# 
I still feel that i’m a stranger 
 D               E           A 
Like any story, nothing goes as planned 


  D                                  A 
Into my rambling life, there comes a tether 
  Dm                            A 
Unfortunately two birds of a feather 
   D              E 
A girl i wish i’d known 
   C#              F#m 
A daughter, smart and grown 
   D                  E     A 
She hates me, and again i am alone 


 
 F#m 
Now disillusioned with my fame 
      D 
There’s one way i can clear my name: 
    E 
Embrace my kin and hence begin 
   A 
A life of reparations 

  F#m 
To prove i can be something more 
   Bm 
To her (and me) i shut the door 
     E 
On those i called my friends 
            C# 
And leave a wake of devastation 

    D 
My selfhood making much more sense 
 E 
My lifeblood given recompense 
 F#m                          Bm 
I find my self remaining incomplete 

   D 
But all good stories have a knack 
  A 
For recapitulation — 
  D                  E           A 
I’m beckoned back to once familiar streets 

 
          A                           E 
Now as divine appointed storyteller crowned 
    E7                                A 
I tell my tales both live and leather-bound 
  D 
We all could use reminding 
         A               C# 
That our pasts are never binding 
     D               E7        A 
And any part that’s missing can be found 

Final: A E A