My Death

	  		Em     Em7   Em6     Em(b6) 
 
Em        Em7              Em6 
       My death waits like 
Em(b6)          Em         Em7 
       an old drouin (?) 
	  Em6        Em(b6)) 
       So confident 
		   Em 
       I'll go his way 
 
Em7               Em6 
       Whistle to him 
Em(b6)          D            Dsus4  D 
      and the passing time 
G                    A 
      My death waits like 
	G            C 
      a Bible truth 
	     F             Am      Am\G 
      at the funeral of my youth 
	      F 
      oh we drank for that 
	       G 
      and the passing time 
 
  G#m                     F# 
      My death waits like 
		 G#m 
      a witched night 
	F#                     G#m 
     as surely as our love is bright 
	       F#              B 
     let's not think about the passing time 
 
 
     Em                D                C 
     But whatever lies behind the door 
			      B 
     there is nothing much to do 
     Em             D             C     C\B 
     Angel or Devil I don't care  
		   Am       Am\G             B 
     For in front of that door there is you 
     Bb     C#  Gm  
     Gm 
     My death waits like  
 
     a beggar blind 
 
     who sees the world through a ? mind 
			      F 
     throw him a dime for the passing time 
 
      Bb            C#                  Bb 
     My death waits there between your thighs 
	       G#                    Cm 
     Your cold fingers will close my eyes 
	   G# 
     Let's think of that 
	     Bb                            0 
     And the passing time 
 
 
     Bm              A 
     My death waits 
		 Bm 
     to allow my friend 
	A 
     a few good  times  
		Bm 
     before it ends 
	      A 
     so let's drink to that 
	     F# 
     and the passing time 
 
 
     G                 F                    Eb 
     but whatever lies behind the door 
			      D            G 
     there is nothing much to do 
		   F              Eb 
     Angel or Devil I don't care  
 
     for in front of that door  
	      D 
     there is you  
 
 
     Gm 
     My death waits there 
 
     among the leaves 
 
     in magicians mysterious sleeves 
 
     rabbits and dogs 
	     F 
     and the passing time 
 
 
     Bb             C# 
     My death waits there 
	       Bb 
     among the flowers 
	       G#              C#m 
     where the blackest shadow cowers(?) 
		G#             Bb 
     Let's pick lilacs for the passing time 
 
 
     Bm             A 
     My death waits there  
		 Bm 
     in a double bed  
	   A 
     sails of oblivion 
	   Bm 
     at my head  
		     A 
     so pull up your seats against  
	 F# 
     the passing time 
 
 
      Gm               F               Eb 
     But whatever lies behind the door  
		      D            Gm 
     there is nothing much to do  
		      F 
     Angel or Devil  
			Eb 
     I don't care   
 
     for in front of that door.......  
 
there is