#. It's [Am]four in the morning, the [F]end of December
I'm [Dm7]writing you now just to [Em7]see if you're better
[Am]New York is cold, but I [F]like where I'm living
There's [Dm7]music on Clinton Street [Em7]all through the evening
[Am]I hear that you're [Bm]building your little [Am]house deep in the [Bm]desert
[Am]You're living for [G]nothing now
I [Am]hope you're keeping some kind of [G]record

R: Yes, and [C]Jane came by with a lock of your [G]hair
She said that you gave it to [Am]her
That night that you planned to go [Bm]clear[G]
[F]Did you ever go [Em7]clear?

#. Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife

R:Well I [C]see you there with the rose in your [G]teeth
One more thin gypsy [Am]thief
Well I see Jane's [Bm]awake[G]
[F]she sends her re[Em7]gards

[C#mol]And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free

R: Yes, and [C]thanks, for the trouble you [G]took from her eyes
I thought it was [Am]there for good so I never [G]tried
And [C]Jane came by with a lock of your [G]hair
She said that you gave it to [Am]her
That night that you planned to go [Bm]clear[G]
[F]Sincerely, L. [Em7]Cohen