Burton Cummings - A song for him

^GWhen the troubles ^Dof the day tell ^Cme my thoughts have ^Dgone astray ^GOne person still can ^Alisten ^GTalkin' 'bout the ^Dtimes of life, ^Ctroubles, happys, ^Dgood and strife ^GJust vaguely remi^Aniscin' ^CHis eyes are always ^Dopen ^CThough he sometimes doesn't ^Dsee ^CThe chain is never ^Dbroken ^GAnd he ^Cis a friend to ^Dme ^GAnd he ^Cis a friend to ^Dme

^GWhen I cannot ^Dfind myself and ^Cwish that I were ^Dsomething else ^GI listen to him ^Atalkin' A ^Gstory teller ^Dfrom the fold and ^Cthough I've heard the ^Dones he's told ^GThey come back when I'm ^Awalkin' ^CIn the jingle jangle ^Djungle ^COf things I dare not ^Dknow ^CHis door is always ^Dopen ^GAnd I ^Cknow where I can ^Dgo ^GAnd I ^Cknow where I can ^Dgo

^Am7I think back to ^D7days when we were both so much ^Gmaj7younger^{G6 Am7}Sometimes we ^D7really never had a lot to ^Gmaj7say, ^G6no ^Gm7No one ever ^Ctold us growing up would be ^Fmaj7easy ^{F6 Gm7}Maybe that's why we ^Chelp each other try to find the ^Away

^GWhen I cannot ^Dfind myself and ^Cwish that I were ^Dsomething else ^GI listen to him ^Atalkin' ^GA story teller ^Dfrom the fold and ^Cthough I've heard the ^Dones he's told ^GThey come back when I'm ^Awalkin' ^CIn the jingle jangle ^Djungle ^COf things I dare not ^Dknow ^CHis door is always ^Dopen ^GAnd I ^Cknow where I can ^Dgo ^GAnd I ^Cknow where I can ^Dgo