FAMOUS BLUE RAINCOAT - Leonard Cohen

(--- Para que suene igual, bajar un tono la guitarra ---)


sim · SOL · mim · fa#m*
sim · SOL · mim · fa#m*

     sim                      SOL
It's four in the morning, the end of December,
mim                            fa#m*
   I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.
sim                     SOL
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living,
mim                                fa#m*
   there's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

sim                    do#m                 sim                do#m
    I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert.
sim                  LA                         sim                  LA
   You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record, yes.

     RE                              LA
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair,
                             sim
she said that you gave it to her
                                   do#m
that night that you planned to go clear.
LA   SOL                fa#m*
        Did you ever go clear?

        sim                       SOL
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older.
mim                               fa#m*
   Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder.
      sim                    SOL
You'd been to the station to meet every train, and
mim                      fa#m*
   you came home without Lili Marlene

        sim        do#m       sim           do#m
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
sim                  LA           sim         LA
   and when she came back she was    nobody's wife, well...

   RE                                 LA
I see you there with the rose in your teeth,
                     sim
one more thin gypsy thief.
                     do#m
Well, I see Jane's awake.
LA   SOL                 fa#m*
        She sends her regards.


sim · SOL · mim · fa#m*


    sim                    SOL
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer,
mim                     fa#m*
   what can I possibly say?
   sim                   SOL
I guess that I miss you,    I guess I forgive you.
mim                         fa#m*
   I'm glad you stood in my way.

sim                 do#m        sim          do#m
   If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me,
sim                      LA      sim                    LA
   well, your enemy is sleeping,     and his woman is free, yes.

      RE                         LA
And thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
                  sim
I thought it was there for good
             do#m  LA
so I never tried

     RE                              LA
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair,
                             sim
she said that you gave it to her
                                   do#m
that night that you planned to go clear.
LA   SOL               fa#m*
        Sincerely, L. Cohen

sim · SOL · mim · fa#m*


fa#m* = puente en el segundo traste y nada más.