# From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU Eyes Of the World -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia)

^A7Right outside this^C lazy summer ^A7home^Em ^C ^A7You ain't got time to call your^C soul a critic, ^A7no. ^Em ^C

^CRight outside the ^F#mlazy gate^A of winter's summer ^Chome, ^F#mWonderin' where the ^Anut thatch winters,^C wings a mile ^Clong

Just ^Acarried the ^Cbird ^Aaway.^C ^F ^CWake up to find out that ^Fyou are the eyes of the ^Cworld. ^F

The ^Cheart has its beaches, its ^Fhomeland and thoughts of its ^Cown.^F ^CWake now discover that ^Fyou are the song that the ^Cmorning brings.^F

The ^Cheart has its seasons, its ^Fevenings and songs of its ^Cown.^Em ^C ^A7

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away. There follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay. The seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay, Night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day. Sometimes we live no particular way but our own. Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home. Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone, Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own. Date: Thu, 21 Mar 1996 17:26:00 -0500 From: Daren.T.Nicholson.6@nd.edu (Daren Nicholson) From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU Eyes Of the World -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia) DM7 DM7 F9 e--0------0-----3--- B--0------2-----3--- G--1------1-----0--- D--1------2-----2--- A--2------0-----3--- E--0----------------

^DM7Right outside this ^DM7lazy summer h^DM7ome ^Em ^C ^DM7You ain't got time to call your ^DM7soul a critic, n^DM7o. ^Em ^C

^CRight outside the ^F#mlazy gate^A of winter's summer ^Chome, ^F#mWonderin' where the ^Anut thatch winters,^C wings a mile ^Clong

Just ^Acarried the ^Cbird ^Aaway.^C ^F ^CWake up to find out that ^F9you are the eyes of the ^Cworld. ^F9

C F9 C F9(slide up 1 fr) The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own.

^CWake now discover that ^F9you are the song that the ^Cmorning brings.^F9 The ^Cheart has its seasons, its ^F9evenings and songs of its ^Cown.^Em ^C ^DM7

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away. There follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay. The seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay, Night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day. Sometimes we live no particular way but our own. Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home. Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone, Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own. --------------------------------------------------------------- On the EM7 I play it like this: e--0----0------0--0--0--0---------------------- B--0----0------2--2--2--0---------------------- G--0h1--1------1--1--1--1---------------------- D--0h1--1------1--1--1--1---------------------- A--2----2------2--2--2--2---------------------- E--0----0------0--0--0--0---------------------- I hope this is helpful to someone. If this is completely messed up please ignore.

Grateful Dead - Eyes of the world