CAPO IV DDG D Dsus4 Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother D Dsus4 and the tears she cried, they were cried for none other D Dsus4 than her little boy lost in a little world that hated F#m7 G and that dared to drag him down, her little boy courageous A who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood G A Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts G they all spoke through you. D Dsus4 Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, D Dsus4 when you were the brightest star, who were the shadows? D Dsus4 Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite. F#m7 G Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days. A You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood G A The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, G D in Chinatown howling at night. G D G D G A x2 D Dsus4 Allen baby, why so jaded? D Dsus4 Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded? D Dsus4 Billy, what a saint they've made you, F#m7 G just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day. A You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood G A Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls G D in Harlem, howling at night. G D G D G A x2 G D What a tear stained shock of the world, G A D you've gone away babe, without sayin', saying goodbye.