{t:Some Of Them Are Old}
{st:Written by Brian Eno}
{st:Tabbed by Christopher C Heckman (checkman@math.gatech.edu)}

[G]People come and go, and for[F]get to close the door,
And they [G]leave their stains and cigarette butts [F]trampled on the floor,
And when they [C]do, re[G]member me, re[C]member me.

[G]Some of them are old, [F]some of them are new,
[G]Some of them will turn up when you [F]least expect them to,
And when they [C]do, re[G]member me, re[C]member me.

[G]Lucy, you're my girl, [F]Lucy, you're a star,
[G]Lucy, please be still and hide your [F]madness in a jar,
But do be[C]ware, it will [G]follow you, it will [C]follow you.

{c:(SOLO: slide guitar)}

[G]Some of them are old, it would [F]help if you could smile,
[G]To earn a crooked 6-pence, you'll walk [F]many crooked miles,
And as you [C]do, re[G]member me, re[C]member me.