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Song: Third Week in the Chelsea Artist: Jefferson Airplane Album: Bark E A 4x fingerpickin! :E A F#m E E B A F#m E E A F#m E E B A F#m C#m: E B A F#m A E E A 4x
ESometimes I Afeel like I am F#mleaving life bEehind EMy hands are Bmovin' Afaster than the F#mmovement of my mEind EThoughts and Agenerations of my F#mdreams of my dreams are yet uEnborn EHope that BI can Afind them 'fore my F#mmovin' gets too wC#morn EIf only BI could Alive to see the F#mdawning oAf the dEawn E A 4x Repeat throughout song
So we go on moving trying to make this image real Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be And trying to avoid a taste of that reality On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall Showed to me a face I didn't know at all Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide When I looked into the mouth there was nothing left inside So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh As dawn light closed around me my head was still in gear Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile That often comes to haunt me in the morning
F#mAll my friends keep tC#melling me that itB would be a shEame To Ebreak up such a F#mgrand success and tC#mear apart a naEme F#mBut all I know is wC#mhat I feel whBenever I'm not plEayin' F#mEmptiness ain't wC#mhere it's at and neither's feeling paBin
Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road :outro: E A 4x E B A F#m A E moses321 :D jimmiv21@gmail.com