from: Christian Korbanka, Cologne, Germany
e-mail: Christian_Korbanka@msn.com
lyrics and chords of: Man Out Of Time by Elvis Costello And The Attractions

Suggestions and corrections are always welcome!
date: 95/10/15



E                                     B  E
So this is where he came to hide
E                                     B  E
When he ran from you
E
In a private detective overcoat
F#m
And dirty dead men's shoes

E                                     B  E
The pretty things of Knightsbridge
E                                     B  E
Lying for of Minister of State
E
Are a far cry from the nod and wink
          F#m
Here at Traitors' Gate

           G#m                         C#m
'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
       F#sus4
And he listens for the footsteps
E/B                     B7
That would follow him around

E          F#m              G#m    E
To murder - my love - is a crime
    F#m  G#m   A  F#/A# Bsus4 G#/B#  C#m  A  E
But will you still love - a man out of time

E                                     B  E
There's a tupenny ha'ppenny millionaire
E                                     B  E
Looking for a fourpenny one
E
With a tight grip on the short hairs
        F#m
Of the public imagination

E                                     B  E
But for his private wife and kids somehow
      E                               B  E
Real life becomes a rumour
     E
Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters
       F#m
And a German sense of humor

G#m                                C#m
He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
   F#sus4
He stands to be insulted
       E/B               B7
And he pays for the privilege

E          F#m              G#m    E
To murder - my love - is a crime
    F#m  G#m   A  F#/A# Bsus4 G#/B#  C#m  A  E
But will you still love - a man out of time

E                                     B  E
The biggest wheels of industry
E                                     B  E
Retire sharp and short
E
And after the dinner overtures
F#m
Are nothing but an afterthought

E                                     B  E
Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
   E                                  B  E
There's a reputation to be made
E
Whose nerves are always on the knife's edge
    F#m
And who's up late polishing the blade

G#m                            C#m
Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
   F#sus4
You drink yourself insensitive
     E/B                    B7
And hate yourself in the morning

E          F#m              G#m    E
To murder - my love - is a crime
    F#m  G#m   A  F#/A# Bsus4 G#/B#  C#m  A  E
But will you still love - a man out of time

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