Buffalo Springfield - Nowadays clancy cant even sing

^Gmaj7Who's that stomping all ^Gover my face? ^Gmaj7Where's that silhouette I'm ^Gtrying to trace? ^Gmaj7Who's putting sponge in the ^Gbells I once rung And ^Gmaj7taking my gypsy be^Gfore she's begun To ^Bmsinging the meaning of ^Amwhat's in my mind Be^Bmfore I can take home what's ^Amrightfully mine. ^BmJoinin' and listenin' and ^Amtalkin' in rhymes ^BmStoppin' the feeling to ^Amwait for the times.

^GWho's saying baby, that ^Ddon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Bmnowadays ^GClancy ^Amcan't ^Ameve^Bmn ^Gsing.

And ^Gmaj7who's all hung-up on that ^Ghappiness thing? ^Gmaj7Who's trying to tune all the ^Gbells that he rings? And ^Gmaj7who's in the corner and ^Gdown on the floor With ^Gmaj7pencil and paper just ^Gcounting the score? And ^Em7who's trying to act like he ^Amjust in between? The ^Em7night isn't black, it can ^Amonly be screened. ^Em7Don't bother looking, you're ^Amtoo blind to see ^Em7Who's coming on like he ^Amwanted to be.

^GWho's saying baby, that ^Ddon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Bmnowadays ^GClancy ^Amcan't ^Ameve^Bmn ^Gsing.

And ^Gmaj7who's coming home on the old ^Gninety five? ^Gmaj7Who's got the feeling to ^Gkeep him alive, Though ^Gmaj7havin' it, sharin' it ^Gain't quite the same

It ^Gmaj7ain't no gold nugget, you ^Gcan't lay a claim ^Em7Who's seeing eyes through the ^Amcrack in the floor ^Em7There it is baby, don't you ^Amworry no more ^Em7Who should be sleepin', but is ^Amwriting this song ^Em7Wishin' and a-hopin' he ^Amweren't so damned wrong.

^GWho's saying baby, that ^Ddon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Bmnowadays ^GClancy ^Amcan't ^Ameve^Bmn ^Gsing.

^GWho's saying baby, that ^Ddon't mean a thing, 'Cause ^Bmnowadays ^GClancy ^Amcan't ^Ameve^Bmn ^Gsing.