King Crimson - Book of saturday

If I ^Emonly could d^Em9ecieve you Forg^Am9etting the ^Am6game Every ^Emtime I try to ^Em9leave you You la^Am9ugh just the ^Am6same 'Cause my ^Am9wheels never ^Am6touch the ^Droad And the j^Am9umble of ^Am6lies we ^Dtold Just ^Am9returns to my ^Am6back to ^Dweigh me ^Bdown...

We lay ^Emcards upon the t^Em9able The ^Am9backs of our ^Am6hands And I s^Emwear I like your p^Em9eople The ^Am9boys in the ^Am6band Remi^Am9nisences ^Am6gone as^Dtray Coming ^Am9back to en^Am6joy the ^Dfray In a ^Am9tangle of ^Am6night and ^Ddaylight ^Bsounds...

Do ^Ddo do d^Am6o do do ^Am7Do do do do ^EmDo do ^Am9do do ^Am7do

All com^Empleteness in the ^Em9morning As^Am9leep on your ^Am6side I'll be ^Emwaking up the ^Em9crewmen Ban^Am9anna-boat ^Am6ride She resp^Am9onds like ^Am6limou^Dsine Brought a^Am9live on the ^Am6silent s^Dcreen To the s^Am9huddering ^Am6breath of ^Dyester^Bday...

There's the ^Emsuccor of the ^Em9needy Inc^Am9redible ^Am6scenes I'll be^Emlieve you in the f^Em9uture Your l^Am9ife and deat^Am6h dreams As the ^Am9cavalry ^Am6of des^Dpair Takes a ^Am9stand in the ^Am6lady's ^Dhair For the fa^Am9vour of m^Am6afing sw^Deet sixte^Ben...

You ^Dmake my ^Am6life and times A ^Am7book of bluesy Saturdays ^EmAnd I ^Am9have to c^Am7hoose...