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Bone of my Brain Em/G/Am x 2 We have a rule on this boat No one’s allowed to talk about Their families or the lives they lived before They say it’s bad for morale, To keep sending out unanswered mail We just sing the kind of songs That help you pull the oars C/G/Am x 2 But folded close to my chest Is the letter to me you gave Run my fingers o’ere the lines till They became an inky haze ----- (Am held) Dm/C/G x 2 It’s been so long now I’m not sure You weren’t a dream Or something from a book Dm/C/G/Em/D/C/G I confused for a memory Of a woman who would wait for me And keep a candle lit All through the years Em/G/Am x 4 Did I tell you about my wife And infant son Who we hadn’t yet named at the time I left and who’d now be twenty one Family so far behind from where this current runs All that’s left all that’s left is the bone of my brain soaked in the blinding sun Dm/C/G x 2 The other men have ridiculed me And I’ve brained a few of them For their gall Dm/C/G/Em/D/C/G But the truth is I feel shameful For the woman I defend Is a face that I can no longer recall Em/G/Am x 10 (?) I thought of you once I thought of you twice And the thought got stuck Like a rock in the pipe For every passing thing A little bit collects So my love became A mineral precipitate All that’s left All that’s left Is the bone of my brain All that’s left All that’s left Is the bone of my brain I might never see you again But I’ll always have what I became All that’s left All that’s left Is the bone of my brain All that’s left All that’s left Is the bone of my brain This body’s made of ropes Rubbed weak and frayed Where they rubbed up on the side ‘pon the side of my brain Like an oyster makes a pearl With pressure and spit Peel away the flesh and There’s the cherry pit Carve it into scrimshaw From a hobby kit For all the times I said your name This is what I get All that’s left All that’s left Is the bone of my brain All that’s left All that’s left Is the bone of my brain All that’s left All that’s left All that’s left All that’s left All that’s left-- Final Part: Em/G/Am/C I find myself outside an unfamiliar house As the snow swirls round my knees An old woman comes and answers the door I can tell she does not recognize me Old woman can you recall twenty years before Your brazen young lover said he was just going to the store And you waited for him on the hill overlooking the seashore Old woman, I’m your lover, finally back from tour. http://www.thewhizbang.org/