Intro: D A D A D
Verse
D
You'd have thought a king had died,
The way those people cried
G D
Instead of one more broken entertainer
D
It struck those in his trade
He could have had it made
G D
If he'd only been a little saner
A
They traveled far to see him
D G
Oh, the humble and the high
D Bm F#m G
They said goodbye as if he were a friend
A
Now somewhere he is smiling
D G
On those who idolized him
D Bm A
But would they even recognize him
D
If he came back again?
D
He was born of modest means
But had outrageous dreams
G
They never let him rest
D
Till he fulfilled them
While he rode that train of song
His devils tagged along
G
The whiskey and the pills
D
Just couldn't kill him
A
He didn't mean to be a rebel
D G
Ah, the real ones never do
D Bm F#m G
They're born apart from ordinary men
A
And somewhere he is smiling
D G
On those who sanctified him
A Bm A
But would they even recognize him
D
If he came back again?
A
It's an old familiar story
D G
But it's a damn shame none the less
Bm
They don't forgive his kind
G A
Till they lay them down to rest
A
And somewhere he is smiling
D G
On those who idolized him
A Bm A
But would they even recognize him
D
If he came back again?
D
Oh, if he came back again