Free Four (2011 - Remaster)

Floyd Pink - Free Four

memories The of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime

You shuffle in the gloom of a sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die

Life is a short warm moment

And death is a long cold rest

You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye

Eighty years with luck or even less

all So aboard for the American tour

And maybe you'll make it to topthe

And mind how you go and I can tell you, 'cause I know

You may find it hard to get off

You are the angel of death

And I am the dead man's son

He was buried like a mole in a fox hole

And everyone is still on the run

And who is the master of fox hounds?

And who says the has hunt begun?

And who calls the tune in the courtroom?

And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime

You shuffle in the gloom of a sickroom

And talk to yourself as you die