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He went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so. 
G                                        C                       D7 
He was impressive, young and aggressive, savin' the world on his own. 
        C                        G                       C                   D7 
But the warm summer breezes, the French wine and cheeses put his ambition at bay 
    G 
The summers and winters scattered like splinters 
    C            D7             G 
And four or five years slipped away.
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G                                              C                        G 
Then he went to England, played the piano, and married an Actress named Kim. 
G                                             C                          D7 
They had a fine life, she was a good wife and bore him a young son named Jim. 
    C                      G                       C                       D7 
And all of the answers and all of the questions he locked in his attic one day 
       G 
'Cause he liked the quiet clean county livin' 
    C           D7             G 
And twenty more years slipped away.
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G                                                          C                      G 
Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady, and left him with only one eye. 
G                                                         C                        D7 
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered, and all he could do was just cry. 
          C                    G                C                D7 
While the tears were a-fallin' he was recallin' answers he never found. 
      G 
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean 
    C            D7        G 
And left England without a sound.
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G                                                   C                           G 
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's and drinks his Green Label each day. 
G                                               C                      D7 
Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin', but he don't care what people say. 
        C                       G                   C                                D7 
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion, if he likes you he'll smile, and he'll say 
        G 
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, 
      C          D7           G 
But I had a good life all the way."
[Outro]
G                                       C                D7            G 
He went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions that bothered him so.