Tragic

 A
For his pleasure he sits sweating
               D   C                    A
The ghost of a man who now haunts himself
A                                    D
Hear the steady tick of time like a levee
        C               A
Holding in his troubled mind
A
He was proud he was strong
           D                    C             A
Now he's counting back the days to what went wrong
A
A pipe a dream a fearful scream
          D          C                     A
All these FBI agents hiding in your pine trees


G       D    A
Lord it is tragic 4x


A                                        D
Burning faster than a fuse lit from both ends
C            A     A
He spirals down  At the ready with a list of excuses
             D        C                 A
Most of his friends they don't know him now
A
The family's tired and confused
           D                       C             A
He's still trying to make an offer they can't refuse
A
Is he clean is he free
          D                C                    A
Are those FBI agents still hiding in his pine trees?


G        D   A
Lord it is tragic 4x