Crosby Stills and Nash - 420

^EFour and twenty ^E6years ago, I ^Ecome into this ^E6life The ^Esong of a ^E6woman, and a ^Eman who lived in ^E6strife He was ^Gtired^A of being ^Epoor^E6; and he ^Gwasn't into ^Aselling door to ^Edoor And he ^Gworked like the ^Adevil to be ^Emore

A ^Edifferent kind of ^E6poverty ^Enow upsets me ^E6so ^ENight after ^E6sleepless night, I ^Ewalk the floor and I ^E6want to know; ^Gwhy^A am I ^Eso alone?^{E6 G}Where is my ^Awoman, can I ^Ebring her home? ^GHave I driven her a^Away? Is she ^Egone?

^EMorning comes to ^E6sunrise, and I'm ^Edriven to my ^E6bed I ^Esee that it is ^E6empty, and there's ^Edevils in my ^E6head I em^Gbrace^A the many ^Ecolored beast^E6, I grow ^Gweary of the ^Atorment; can there ^Ebe no peace? And I ^Gfind myself just ^Awishing that my ^Elife would soon decease