Arlo Guthrie - Days are short

Days are short, and I ai^Dn't down The s^Amun is on the hill ^CLooking in my su^Ditcase for a fri^Gend The door was opened wi^Dde You know I l^Amost a little pride And insi^Cde it was j^Dust another m^Gan

Every da^Emy another m^Can reaches ou^Dt his ha^Gnd Every mo^Cment there's a s^Ahifting in the sand ^D Every wh^Cisper in the win^Dd Brings a^G good ma^F#mn back ag^Emain ^GSettle me down in my dre^Dams tonight ^AmTomorrow's a^Bmnother d^Cmay to blow^Eb my b^Glues away

Lots of folks will te^Dll you that A ^Amman can go thru' life ^C Taking what he w^Dants along the w^Gay But until all men are fre^Ded Each one g^Aets but what he ^Amneeds The expe^Crience of l^Diving every d^Gay

Every d^Emay another ma^Cn reaches o^Dut his han^Gd Every mo^Cment there's a s^Amhifting in the s^Dand ^{A D}Every wh^Cisper in the win^Dd Brings a g^Good ma^F#mn back a^Emgain ^GSettle me down in my dre^Dams tonight ^AmTomorrow's ^Bmanother d^Cmay to b^Eblow my bl^Gues away

I woke up this m^Dorning I awoke u^Ampon my knees ^BmCrying o^Co-wee, I d^Don't know where I a^Gm I feel just like a cl^Down Every ti^Amme I move around Because, ^Cafter all, I'm ^Djust another man^G