Looks Like Chaplin

Em Em I feel the wash, close down the street Em Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen A7 Em And I hear them, hear them call his name A7 Em And I see him, see him turn away D N.C. C D N.C. Bm C Bm C Em They take him in, and clean him up Em Well, they take him in, and strip him down Em They dry his skin, and feed him wine A7 Em And I hear them, hear them call his name A7 Em And I see him, see him turn away D N.C. Bm C Asks to use the phone D Yet he lives alone, he lives alone Bm C A7 D C A7 D There's no one, no one home to phone, sits alone at home C A7 D He calls his home his own C A7 D His wife is still unknown