Am F Dm7 Em7
Am F Dm7 Em7


[Verse 1]
     Am                       F
It's four in the morning, the end of December
    Dm7                     Em7
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
Am                      F
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
        Dm7                     Em7
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
Am                   Bm                   Am                Bm
  I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
Am                  G                          Am                   G
  You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record


[Chorus 1]
         C         C                      G
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
    G                        Am       Am                           Bm    G
She said that you gave it to her that night that you planned to go clear
F                 Em7
  Did you ever go clear?


[Verse 2]
        Am                        F
Ah, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
     Dm7                      Em7
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
      Am                     F
You'd been to the station to meet every train
    Dm7                   Em7
And you came home without Lili Marlene
        Am         Bm         Am            Bm
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
Am                  G   Am                 G
  And when she came back, she was nobody's wife


[Chorus 2]
        C       C                           G     G
Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth
                    Am   Am                    Bm   G
One more thin gypsy thief, well, I see Jane's awake
F                 Em7
  She sends her regards


[Verse 3]
    Am                     F
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer?
Dm7                 Em7
What can I possibly say?
  Am                       F
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
    Dm7                  Em7
I'm glad you stood in my way
Am                 Bm     Am                Bm
  If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Am                    G       Am                 G
  Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free


[Chorus 3]
         C     C                    G             G
Yes, and thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes
                 Am        Am               Bm     G
I thought it was there for good, so I never tried
    C         C                      G
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
    G                        Am       Am                           Bm    G
She said that you gave it to her that night that you planned to go clear
F               Em7
  Sincerely, L. Cohen