Field Commander Cohen Leonard Cohen
Intro
[F]
[F]Field Commander Cohen, he was our m[C]ost important sp[Eb]y
[Bb]Wounded in the line of duty
[Gm]Parachuting acid into d[F]iplomatic c[Cm]ocktail parties
[Eb]Urging Fidel Castro to ab[Bb]andon fields and c[Fm]astles
Leave it [Eb]all and like a m[Gm]an
Oh come b[Eb]ack to nothing sp[Gm]ecial
Such as w[Dm]aiting rooms and ticket lines
And s[Gm]ilver bullet su[Dm]icides
And[Gm] messianic [Dm]ocean tides
And[Gm] racial roller-c[Dm]oaster rides
And [Eb]other forms of boredom advert[D]ised as poetry[/A]
[Em]I know you need your sl[G]eep now
I kn[D]ow your life's been hard
[Em]But many men have f[G]allen
Where you pr[D]omised to stand guard
I n[F]ever asked but I heard that you cast your l[C]ot along with the p[Eb]oor
[Bb]How come I overheard your prayer
[Gm]That you be this and nothing more
Than[F] just some grateful f[Cm]aithful woman's[Eb] favourite singing millionaire
The p[Bb]atron Saint of [Fm]envy and the gr[Eb]ocer of desp[Gm]air
W[A]orking for the Yankee d[D]ollar
Drinkin' r[D]um and Coca-Cola
Go down Point K[A]oomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Working for the Yankee d[D]ollar[/A]
[Em]I know you need your sl[G]eep now
I kn[D]ow your life's been hard
[Em]But many men have f[G]allen
Where you pr[D]omised to stand guard
Ah, l[F]over come and lie with me, if my l[C]over is who you really [Eb]are
[Bb]And be your sweetest self awhile[Gm] until I ask for more, my child
Then[F] let your other s[Cm]elves be wrong, yeah[Eb], let them manifest and come
[Bb]Till love is pierced and l[Fm]ove is hung
[Eb]And every taste is [Gm]on the tongue
[Eb]And every kind of fr[Gm]eedom done, then
[Dm]Oh my l[Bb]ove, [Dm]oh, oh my l[Bb]ove, [Dm]oh my l[Bb]ove
[Dm]Oh my l[Bb]ove[Dm]
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