Introdução 1
C Dm C
Dm C F Dm C Dm G F Em
D G
Estrofe 1
C Dm C
There's a solitary man cryin', "Hold me"
It's only because he's a-lonely
Dm C
An d And if the keeper of
time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long
Estrofe 2
F
If he only had time to tell of all
C
of the things he planned
G
With a card up his sleeve,
what would he achieve?
It means nothing
F
Estrofe 3
D G
C
To the opium dens and the barroom gin
Dm C
In the Belmont chair playing viol in
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades
Estrofe 4
F
But the dealer just stares
"There's something wrong here",
C
he thinks
G
The gambler is seized and
forced to his knees
F Em G
And shot dead
Interlúdio 1
C
Estrofe 5
F
He only wanted more time
C
Away from the darkest door
G
But his luck, it gave in
As the dawn light crept in
F Em D G
And he lay on the floor
Estrofe 6
C
From the Hundred Year
War to the Crimea
With a lance and a musket
Dm C
and a Roman spear
To all of the men who have
stood with no fear
Dm C
In the service of the King
Estrofe 7
F
Before you met your fate
C
Be sure you did not forsake
G F Em
Your lover may not be around anymore
D
Interlúdio 2
C
Dm C F C G F Em
G
Estrofe 8
C
There's a solitary
man cryin', "Hold me"
It's only because he's a-lonely
And And if the keeper of
time runs slowly
Final 1
He won't be alive for long
C F G
C G F Em G C
F
C G G C
There's a solitary man crying, hold me
It's only because he's lonely
And if the keeper of time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long
If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing
To the opium dens and the barroom gin
In the Belmont chair, playing violin
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades
But the dealer just stares
There's something wrong here, he thinks
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
And shot dead
He only wanted more time
Away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in as the dawn light crept in
And he lay on the floor
From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea
With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear
In the service of the King
Before you met your fate
Be sure you did not forsake
Your lover may not be around anymore
There's a solitary man crying, hold me
It's only because he's lonely
And if the keeper of time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long