Am F
It's four in the morning, the end of December
Dm7 Em
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
Am F
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
Dm7 Em
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
Am Bm Am
I hear that you're building your little house
Bm
deep in the desert
Am G
You're living for nothing now,
Am G
I hope you're keeping some kind of record
C G
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Am
She said that you gave it to her
Bm G
That night that you planned to go clear
F Em
Did you ever go clear?
Am F
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Dm7 Em
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
Am F
You'd been to the station to meet every train
Dm7 Em
And you came home without Lili Marlene
Am Bm Am Bm
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
Am G Am G
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.
C G
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
Am
One more thin gypsy thief
Bm G
Well I see Jane's awake
F Em
She sends her regards.
Am F
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
Dm7 Em
What can I possibly say?
Am F
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
Dm7 Em
I'm glad you stood in my way.
Am Bm Am Bm
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Am G Am G
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
C G
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
Am Bm
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
C G
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
Am
She said that you gave it to her
Bm G
That night that you planned to go clear
F Em
Sincerely, L. Cohen
Am F Dm7 Em