Man That Ive Become

E E B E There's a kind of man, That you sometimes meet, Worlds passing him by, On wing-ed feet E B E He walks around, With his senses numb, If you know him, That's the kind of man that I've be-come E B E The kids all know him, 'cause when they play, He comes and shoos, Them away E B E He's irritate, By every-one, Much more than some SIXTH STRING RIFF----0--0--0--2B3--2B3---0---//----0--0--7--3B4--2--0 E B E The friends he had, Are 'so-called' now, They all slipped, Away some-how E B E He's had the blues, Much more than some, If you know him, That's the kind of man that I've be-come A E A B He wont go to church, Cause his faiths all gone, The sweet singing of the choir, Will only drive him home E B E As for comfort, He hasn't got a crumb, If you know him, That's the kind of man that I've be-come A E A B He wont go to church, Its too loud for him now, The sweet singing of the choir, Is nothing but a row E B E His hearts a prune, When it once was a plum, If you know him, That's the kind of man that I've be-come B E If you know him, That's the kind of man that I've be-come