Percussion
F#m E A B F#m E D A
F#m E A B F#m E D A Bm C#m D E
F#m E A B F#m E D A F#m E
A B F#m E D A
Bm C#m D E F#m E
A B C#m
I got two strong arms, blessings of
D
Babylon,
Bm G F#m E
time to carry on and try for sins and
A B
false alarms.
C#m D E#m A#m Bm C#m
So to America the brave, wise men
D
sail.
E F#m E A
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole
B
in the ground,
F#m E D
where a old man of Arran goes around
A
and around
F#m E A
in his mind is a beacon in the veil of
B
the night.
F#m E
For a strange kind of fashion, there's
D A
a wrong and a right,
Bm C#m D E G C
but he'll never, never fight over you.
Fmaj7 Bb A
I got time to kill, sly looks in
D
corridors,
G F
without a plan of yours.
E Am Bm C
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill,
D C Bb Eb Cm
thanks to the calling of the wild, wise
Dm Eb F
man's child.
F#m E A B F#m E D A F#m E A B
F#m E D A
Bm C#m D E F#m F#m E
A B C#m
I got plans for us, nights in the
D
scullery
Bm G
and days instead of me.
F#m E A B C#m
I only know what to discuss, oh, for
D E#m A#m
anything but light,
Bm C#m D E F#m E
wise men fighting over you.
A B C#m
It's not me you see, pieces of
D
valentine,
Bm G F#m
with just a song of mine, to keep from
E A B
burning history.
C#m D E#m A#m Bm
Seasons of gasoline and gold, wise
C#m D
men fold.
E F#m E A
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole
B
in the ground,
F#m E D
where a old man of Arran goes around
A
and around
F#m E A
in his mind is a beacon in the veil of
B
the night.
F#m E
For a strange kind of fashion, there's
D A
a wrong and a right,
Bm C#m D E G C
but he'll never, never fight over you.
Fmaj7 Bb A
I got time to kill, sly looks in
D
corridors,
G F
without a plan of yours.
E Am Bm C
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill,
D C Bb Eb Cm
thanks to the calling of the wild, wise
Dm Eb F
man's child...
Gm F Bb C
Gm F Eb Bb
Cm Dm Eb F Gm
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