Joni Mitchell - Nathan la franeer

^GmI hired a coach to take me from con^Dmfusion to the plane And though we s^Cmhared a common space I know I'll nev^Ger meet again The d^Gmriver with his eyebrows furrowed i^Dmn the rear-view mirror I r^Cmead his name and it was plainly written N^Gathan La Franeer I a^Gmsked him would he hurry But we cr^Dawled the canyons slowly Through the b^Dmuyers and the sellers Through the bu^Crglar bells and the wishing we^Glls ^C With g^Gmangs and girly sh^Bbows ^D7 The ghostly g^Gmarden grows

The c^Gmars and buses bustled thru the bed^Dmlam of the day I looked through w^Cmindow-glass at streets and Nathan gru^Gmbled at the grey I s^Gmaw an aging cripple selling Sup^Dmerman balloons The city g^Cmrated through chrome-plate The clock struck sl^Gowly half-past-noon Through the t^Gmunnel tiled and turning Into d^Daylight once again I am escapi^Dmng

To symph^Conies and dirty tre^Ges^C With p^Gmarks and plastic clo^Bbthe^D7s The ghostly g^Gmarden grows

He as^Gmked me for a dollar more He cu^Dmrsed me to my face He hated ever^Cmyone who paid to ride And sha^Gre his common space I p^Gmicked my bags up from the curb And st^Dmumbled to the door Another ^Cmman reached out his hand Another h^Gand reached out for more And I f^Gmilled it full of silver And I le^Dft the fingers counting And the s^Dmky goes on forever Without me^Cter maids and peace par^Gad^Ces

You fee^Gmd it all your wo^Bbes ^D7 The ghostly g^Gmarden grows You fe^Gmed it all your w^Bboes^D7 The ghostly g^Gmarden grows