John Craigie - Michael collins

^EI was born on Halloween, in ^ARoma, ^EItaly ^EJust another white boy staring at the s^B7tars And when ^EI turned 39 me and the ^Aboys we hit the ^Esky And ^Aheaded where they’d n^Bever been be^Efore ^E7

^AOne small step for man, J^Eesus, Goddamn ^E22 hours hanging in the ^B7air Some^Etimes you take the fame, some^Atimes you sit back^Estage But if it ^Aweren’t for me them ^Bboys would still be t^Ehere

^EWhen it came time to land, t^Ahem boys they shook my ^Ehand ^EThey said, “we’ll call you up when we need a r^B7ide” They we^Ent down to the ground, a^And I floated aro^Eund With^A all them stars still twin^Bkling in my ey^Ees ^E7

^AOne small step for man, J^Eesus, Goddamn ^E22 hours hanging in the ^B7air Some^Etimes you take the fame, some^Atimes you sit back^Estage But if it ^Aweren’t for me them ^Bboys would still be t^Ehere

^ENow the history books will w^Arite about that fateful n^Eight ^EThem two fellas dancing on the m^B7oon But they ^Ewon’t say nothing bout me, w^Aaiting patient^Ely To b^Aring them boys safe^Bly back home to y^Eou ^E7

^AOne small step for man, J^Eesus, Goddamn ^E22 hours hanging in the ^B7air Some^Etimes you take the fame, some^Atimes you sit back^Estage But if it ^Aweren’t for me them ^Bboys would still be t^Ehere