Laura Marling - Rambling man

^FOh, naïve little me ^FAsking what things you have seen ^FYou're vulnera^Bbble in your ^Fhead ^FAnd you'll ^Dmscream and you'll wail till you're ^Fdead

^FCreatures veiled by night ^FFollowing ^Bbthings that aren't ^Fright ^FAnd they're tired and they ^Bbneed to be ^Fled ^FOr you'll ^Dmscream and you'll wail till you're ^Fdead

^FBut give me to a ^Bbrambling ^Fman ^FLet it always be known that I was who I am

^FBeaten, battered and cold ^FMy children will live just to grow old ^FBut if I sit here and weep ^FI'll be blown over by the ^Bbslightest of ^Fbreeze

^FAnd the weak need to be led ^FAnd the tender I'll carry to their bed ^FAnd it's a pale and cold affair ^FI'll be damned if I'll be found there

^FBut give me to a ^Bbrambling ^Fman ^FLet it always be known that I was who I am

^FIt's ^Dmfunny how the first chords you ^Fcome to ^FAre the ^Dmminor notes that come to ^Fserenade you ^FAnd it's ^Dmhard to accept yourself as ^Fsomeone^{Dm Dm}You don't desir^Fe as ^Dmsomeone you don't want to ^Fbe

^FOh, give me to a ^Bbrambling ^Fman ^FLet it always be known that I was who I am ^FOh, give me to a rambling man ^FLet it always be known that I was who I am