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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse]
GBirthed in a shadow only trueG7 eye can see Born with its twin, mGemory RollingEm7 on, Fmaj7rolling dEm7own Fmaj7
G7The queerest thing followed in its wake Makes me feel like dying, stark naked Rolling Em7downFmaj7, rollEm7ing Fmaj7down
G7And you don't know night You don't know day
You don't know why you feel this way
And I do sEm7omehFmaj7ow, I Em7do sFmaj7omehow G7See them folk on the hill; they ain't no friend of mine
Don't knock on my door, they ain't got no time
Ain't they Em7prouFmaj7d, ainEm7't tFmaj7hey proud? G7But I swear that I heard this story one time
About visions and greatness born to every child
Rolling dEm7own,Fmaj7 tearsEm7 areFmaj7 rolling down RolG7ling down this state of Cmind
[Bridge]
GOoh, ooh-mm Mmm-hmmm HEm7mmm-Fmaj7hmm Em7 Fmaj7
[Verse]
G7All things being equal, at least in degrees Different, different pedigrees They're burEm7ning down tFmaj7he streets Take the buEm7rden to theFmaj7 streets 'Cos noG7w that she's gone do you think we're all free
Slipping the chains of history?
His tears are rolEm7ling down, theFmaj7y're still rolling Em7downFmaj7, mm-hmm Oh it's pG7ure and it's perfect and you know what they say?
The good book maketh good men Then they go to their graves
Don't fEm7ear the Fmaj7fight Don't yEm7ou fear Fmaj7the fight
[Middle 8]
G7But the lonelineCss G7Oh, the loneliness G7Yeah, the loneliness G7Is the longest meCmory
It's the lG7ongestC memory