Famous Blue Raincoat
Leonard Cohen
Am F Dm7 Em7
Am F Dm7 Em7
It's Amfour in the morning, the Fend of December
Dm7I'm writing you now just to Em7see if you're better
AmNew York is cold, but I Flike where I'm living
There's Dm7music on Clinton Street Em7all through the evening
AmI hear that you're Hmbuilding your little Amhouse deep in the Hmdesert
AmYou're living for Gnothing now, I hope you're Amkeeping some kind of Grecord
Yes, and CJane came Cby with a lock of your Ghair
She Gsaid that you gave it to Amher that Amnight that you planned to go HmclearG
FDid you ever go Em7clear?
Ah, the Amlast time we saw you, you Flooked so much older
Your Dm7famous blue raincoat was Em7torn at the shoulder
You'd Ambeen to the station to Fmeet every train
Dm7And you came home without Em7Lili Marlene
And you Amtreated my Hmwoman to a Amflake of your Hmlife
AmAnd when she came GbackAm, she was nobody's Gwife
Well, I Csee you Cthere with the rose in your GteethG
One more thin gypsy AmthiefAm, well, I see Jane's HmawakeG
FShe sends her Em7regards
Am F Dm7 Em7
And Amwhat can I tell you my Fbrother, my killer?
Dm7What can I possibly Em7say?
I Amguess that I miss you, FI guess I forgive you
Dm7I'm glad you stood in my Em7way
AmIf you ever come Hmby hereAm, for Jane or for Hmme
AmWell, your enemy is GsleepingAm, and his woman is Gfree
Yes, and Cthanks Cfor the trouble you Gtook from her Geyes
I thought it was Amthere for Amgood, so I never HmtriedG
And CJane came Cby with a lock of your Ghair
She Gsaid that you gave it to Amher that Amnight that you planned to go HmclearG
FSincerely, L. Em7Cohen
Am F Dm7 Em7