Pedro the Lion - The fleecing acoustic

^BDeep green hi^Alls whose shoulders fa^Ede, into the g^Bray tall wet gr^Aass. Whose flesh makes fo^Eols of grazing sh^Beep, whose fleecing ma^Akes a fool of m^Ame.

And w^Eho shall I b^G#mlame for this s^Aweet and heavy tro^Euble? For e^F#mvery stupid st^C#mruggle? I don't kn^Bow. I could b^Euy you a dr^G#mink. I could t^C#mell you all ab^Eout it. I could t^Aell you why I d^G#moubt it, and w^Bhy I still believ^Ee.

^BBut I can't say it like I si^Eng it. ^G#m And I can't sing it like I t^C#mhink it. And I can't th^Aink it l^Amike I fe^Eel it. ^C#m And I^F# don't feel a th^Bing. ^A Oh ^G#mno - I do^Bn't feel a thi^Ang.

And w^Eho shall I b^G#mlame for this sw^Aeet and heavy tro^Euble? For e^F#mvery stupid str^G#muggle? I don't k^Bnow. I could b^Euy you a d^G#mrink. I could t^C#mell you all ab^Eout it. I could t^F#mell you why I d^C#moubt it, and w^Bhy I still bel^Aieve it. ^Am And why I ^G#mneed it. And what the p^Ahari^F#msees don't s^Bee.^{Bsus4 B} And we'd have m^Aore drinks.^Am We'd speak of ^G#mso many th^C#mings. But I don't ^F#mknow you, and y^Bou don't ^Bsus4know m^Ee.