Simon & Garfunkel - Cloudy

Cl^Doudy, The sky is grey and white and clou^Gdy. Sometimes I think it's hanging d^Down^F#7 on m^Ddime. I^At's hitch-hike a hundred m^F#7iles. I'm A [A]rag-A-muffin C[Bm]hild. P^Eointed finger, painted smile. I le^Aft my shadow waiting down the ^A7road for me a while.

Cl^Doudy, My thoughts are scattered and they're clou^Gdy. They have no borders, ^Dno b^F#7oundar^Ddimies. T^Ahey echo and they s^F#7well, From Tol^Astoy to Tinker^Bmbell, D^Eown from Berkeley to Carmel. Got ^Asome pictures in my pocket and a ^A7lot of time to kill.

Hey, Su^Dnshine-- I haven't seen you in a l^Gong time. Why don't you show your face and be^Dnd ^F#7my m^Ddimind' Th^Aese clouds stick to the s^F#7ky, Like a fl^Aoating question, ^Bmwhy' A^End they linger there to die. ^AThey don't know where they're going, and my ^A7friend, neither do I.

Clo^Dudy, Cl^Goudy, Clo^Dudy, ^GCloudy. # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com> # 7 September 1992