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Capo: 4 Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro] G C D G C G [Verse 1]
The sun is bGurning Cin the sGky Strands of clouds go slCowly drifting Dby In the pGark, the lD/F#azy bEmees Are droning Cin the flowers among the trees And the sGun burns Cin the sGky
[Verse 2]
Now the sGun is Cin the wGest Little kids go hCome to take their rDest And the coGuples in D/F#the pEmark Are holding hCands and waiting for the dark And the sGun is Cin the wGest
[Verse 3]
Now the sGun is sCinking lGow Children play and kCnow it's time to Dgo High abGove, a sD/F#pot appEmears A little blCossom blooms and then draws near And the sGun is sCinking lGow
[Verse 4]
Now the sGun has cCome to eaGrth Shrouded in a mCushroom cloud of deDath Death comes Gin a blinD/F#ding fEmlash Of hellish hCeat and leaves a smear of ash And the sGun has cCome to eGarth
[Verse 5]
Now the sGun has dCisappeGared All is darkness aCnger pain and fDear Twisted, sGightless wrecksD/F# of mEmen Go groping Con their knees and cry in pain And the sGun has dCisappeDared