Bb
Eb
He was born in pain
Ab
And he lived in vain
Bb7
So here’s no wonder
Eb
He died insane.
Ab
Adim
And he lived in vain
Bb7
So there’s no wonder
Eb
He died insane.
Eb
Jonathan O’Brian
Ab
Eb
Walked a-sighing through the slum.
Bb
Eb
Some say he was crying
F7
Bb
And I know he was a bum.
Eb
He had been a-begging
Ab
Eb
And a-dragging both his feet.
Bb
Eb
The poor man was a-staggering
F7
Bb
Eb
And stumbling down the street
Eb
He had been a-drinking
Ab
Eb
And a-thinking ’bout his wife.
Bb
Eb
She was fat and stinking
F7
Bb7
And her age was forty five.
Eb
So, he was afraid ’cause he was
Ab
Eb
late for dinnertime.
Bb
Eb
He walked to the gate
F7
Bb7
Eb..
As if he’d done an awful crime.
Eb
When he came inside
Ab
Eb
They started fighting in the dark.
Bb
Eb
She was good at biting;
F7
Bb7
She had teeth just like a shark.
Eb
She hit him with a stew-pot
Ab
Eb
But I do not know just why
Bb
Eb
She messed up his head.
F7
Bb7
Eb
Well – now he’s dead and looking sly.
Eb
He was born in pain
Ab
And he lived in vain
Bb7
So here’s no wonder
Eb
He died insane.
Ab
Adim
And he lived in vain
Bb7
So there’s no wonder
Eb
He died insane.
Eb
Bb
Bb7
Ab
F7
Adim
