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"My Old Man"
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album _Growing Up In Public_
(Lou Reed, 1980)

written by Lou Reed/Michael Fonfara
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        When I was a young boy in Brooklyn
        going to public school
        During recess in the concrete playground
        they lined us up by twos
        In alphabetical order, Reagan, Reed and Russo
        I still remember the names
        And stickball and stoopball were the only games
        that we played

        And I wanted to be like my old man
        I, I wanted to grow up just like my old man
        I wanted to be like my old man

        I wanted to dress like, I wanted to be just like
        I wanted to act like my old man
        I wanted to be like, I wanted to act like
        I wanted to be just like my old man

        And then like everyone else I started to grow
        And I didn't want to be like my father anymore
        I was sick of his bullying
        and having to hide under a desk on the floor
        And when he beat my mother
        it made me so mad I could choke

        And I didn't want to be like my old man
        I, I didn't even want to look like my old man
        I didn't even want to seem like my old man

        A son watches his father, being cruel to his mother
        and makes a vow to return only when
        He is so much richer, in every way so much bigger that -
        - the old man will never hit anyone again

        Like my old man (just like my old man)
        like my old man
        Like my old man (just like my old man)
        like my old man
        and can you believe what he said to me
        he said, "Lou, act like a man" (walk like a man)
        Why don't you act just like a man
        act like your daddy, act like a man (just like my old man)
        Oh, why don't you act just like a man
        like your old man (walk like a man)
        (Just like my old man)
        (Just like my old man)


         /x.E}
        {E/B}{A/A.C#m}{B}{B}                    (When I was a young ...)
        {E/B}{A/A.C#m}{B}{B}                    (During recess in the ...)
        {E/B}{A/A.C#m}{B}{B}                    (In alphabetical order ...)
        {E/B}{A/A.C#m}{B}{B}                    (And stickball and ...)

        {F#}{B}{E}{E}                           (And I wanted to be ...)
        {F#}{B}{E}{E}                           (I, I wanted to grow up ...)
        {F#}{B}{E}{E}                           (I wanted to be like ...)

        {F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}{E} (I wanted to dress like...)
        {F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}    (I wanted to be like ...)
        {E}{E}                                  (- old man)

        ...

        {F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}{E} (A son watches his ...)
        {F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}{F#.G#m/A.B}    (He is so much richer ...)

guitar  {E}{E}{A}{F#m}
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (Like my old -)

        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (- man, like my old man ...)
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (- man, like my old man ...)
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (Why don't you act just ...)
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (- man, Oh, why don't ...)
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (walk like a man ...)
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (Just like my old man)
        {E}{E}{A}{F#m}                          (Just like my old man)
        ... fade out




* riff

When I was a young boy in Brooklyn going to public school
    {E / B   }{A   /A.C#m}{B}        {B}
1e ---------------------------------------------------
2B --5---4-4---2-2-----5---4--------------------------
3G --4---4-4---2-2-----6---4----------4---------------
4D --6---4-4---2-2-----6---4----------4-6p4-----------
5A ---------------------------------6-------6p4\2-----
6E -----------------------------------------------4---

During recess in the concrete playground they ...
 {E / B   }{A   /A.C#m}{B}        {B}
-------------------------------------------------
--5---4-4---2-2-----5---4------------------------
--4---4-4---2-2-----6---4--------x-6b7r6-4-4v----
--6---4-4---2-2-----6---4------------------------
-------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------

In alphabetical order, Reagan, Reed and Russo ...
 {E / B   }{A   /A.C#m}{B}        {B}
-----------------------------------7---9-11--\---
--5---4-4---2-2-----5---4------------------------
--4---4-4---2-2-----6---4-------/8-----9-11--\---
--6---4-4---2-2-----6---4------------------------
-------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------

And stickball and stoopball were the only games ...
 {E / B   }{A   /A.C#m}{B}        {B}
-------------------------------------------------
--5---4-4---2-2-----5---4------------------------
--4---4-4---2-2-----6---4---------6\4--3/4--\3---
--6---4-4---2-2-----6---4------------------------
----------------------------------4\2--1/2--\1---
-------------------------------------------------



*** please note ***

h - hammer on
p - pull off
b - bend string up
r - release bend
/ - slide up
\ - slide down
v - vibrato
^ - harmonics




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Maybe it helps.


My Old Man
 
When I was a young boy in Brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order, Reagan, Reed and Russo
I still remember the names
And stickball and stoopball
Were the only games that we played
And I wanted to be like my old man
I wanted to grow up just like my old man
I wanted to be like my old man
I wanted to dress like
I wanted to be just like
I wanted to act like my old man
I wanted to be like
I wanted to act like
I wanted to be just like my old man

And then like everyone else I started to grow
And I didn't want to be like my father anymore
I was sick if his bullying
And having to hide under a desk on the floor
And when he beat my mother
It made me so mad I could choke
And I didn't want to be like my old man
I didn't even want to look like my old man
I didn't even want to seem like my old man

A son watches his father
Being cruel to his mother
And makes a vow to return only when
He is so much richer
In every way so much bigger
That the old man will never hit anyone again

Like my old man
Like my old man
Like my old man
Like my old man

And can you believe what he said to me
He said, "Lou, act like a man"
Why don't you act just like a man
Act like your daddy
Act like a man
Why don't you act like a man
Like your old man

Like my old man


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thanks: Kirill Rodionov (thaumaturge@chat.ru)
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"My Old Man"

I was sick of his bullying...

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transcribed by Shiroh KOUCHI (wildside@mx21.tiki.ne.jp)
http://ww21.tiki.ne.jp/~wildside/
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