Buffalo Springfield - Nowadays clancy cant even sing

^Cmaj7Who's that stomping all ^Fover my face? ^Cmaj7Where's that silhouette I'm ^Ftrying to trace? ^Cmaj7Who's putting sponge in the ^Fbells I once rung And ^Cmaj7taking my gypsy be^Ffore she's begun To ^Amsinging the meaning of ^Dmwhat's in my mind Be^Amfore I can take home what's ^Dmrightfully mine. ^AmJoinin' and listenin' and ^Dmtalkin' in rhymes ^AmStoppin' the feeling to ^Dmwait for the times.

^FWho's saying baby, that ^Gdon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Amnowadays ^CClancy ^Dmcan't ^Dmeve^Emn ^Fsing.

And ^Cmaj7who's all hung-up on that ^Fhappiness thing? ^Cmaj7Who's trying to tune all the ^Fbells that he rings? And ^Cmaj7who's in the corner and ^Fdown on the floor With ^Cmaj7pencil and paper just ^Fcounting the score? And ^Am7who's trying to act like he ^Dmjust in between? The ^Am7night isn't black, it can ^Dmonly be screened. ^Am7Don't bother looking, you're ^Dmtoo blind to see ^Am7Who's coming on like he ^Dmwanted to be.

^FWho's saying baby, that ^Gdon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Amnowadays ^CClancy ^Dmcan't ^Dmeve^Emn ^Fsing.

And ^Cmaj7who's coming home on the old ^Fninety five? ^Cmaj7Who's got the feeling to ^Fkeep him alive, Though ^Cmaj7havin' it, sharin' it ^Fain't quite the same

It ^Cmaj7ain't no gold nugget, you ^Fcan't lay a claim ^Am7Who's seeing eyes through the ^Dmcrack in the floor ^Am7There it is baby, don't you ^Dmworry no more ^Am7Who should be sleepin', but is ^Dmwriting this song ^Am7Wishin' and a-hopin' he ^Dmweren't so damned wrong.

^FWho's saying baby, that ^Gdon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Amnowadays ^CClancy ^Dmcan't ^Dmeve^Emn ^Fsing.

^FWho's saying baby, that ^Gdon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Amnowadays ^CClancy ^Dmcan't ^Dmeve^Emn ^Fsing.