Jeffrey Foucault - 4 20 blues

^GFour and twenty blackbirds sitting on a fence ^GFour and twenty years and I been trying to make some sense c But it don't look too good mama Don't look too good for ^Gme I was ^Dwading in the water but I o^Cnly got washed out to ^Gsea

^GFour and twenty years and still I'm barely getting by But it ^Cdon't look too good mama Don't look too good for ^Gme I was t^Doiling in the fields But the w^Chirlwind is all I did^G see

^GFour and twenty blackbirds crowing up above ^GFour and twenty years and I been in and out of love But it ^Cdon't look too good mama Don't look too good for ^Gme Well my ^Dcup runneth over But it n^Cever seems to satisfy ^Gme

^GIt's four and twenty thunder, Four and twenty rain ^GI just walking on the rails, I just keep grinning at the train But it d^Con't look too good mama Don't look too good for ^Gme Oh my c^Dup runneth over But it n^Cever seems to satisfy ^Gme

^GFour and twenty blackbirds crowing on a wire ^GFour and twenty years that I been caught up in desire But it ^Cdon't look too good mama Don't look too good for ^Gme I got o^Dne taste of the apple and I ^Cwanted the whole damned ^Gtree I got o^Dne taste of the apple and I ^Cwanted the whole damned ^Gtree