Salad Days Procol Harum
Verse 1:
You c[D7]ome to me at m[G]idnight, and [C]say its dark in h[D]ere
You k[D7]now you robbed me [G]of my sight, and li[C]ght is what I f[D]ear
I t[Bm]ell you that I [/A]can not see, but [E/G#]you persist in [Em/G]showing me
Those b[D]angles that I p[G]aid for long a[D]go
Chorus:
And th[F]ough my face is s[Bb]miling
I'm r[F]eally [Am/E]feeling l[Dm]ow
Th[F]ough you say you're w[Bb]ith me
I k[F]now that [Am/E]it's not [D]so
G A G D [4: 2X]
Verse 2:
Your skin crawls up an octave, your teeth have lost their gleam
The peach has snuggled closer down into the clotted cream
And for some unknown reason my watch begins to chime
And th[D]ough I beg and pl[G]ead with you, you t[C]ell me its not t[D]ime
[repeat cborus]
Instrumental break:
[organ solo - cbords as per verse 2 and cborus]
Verse 3 [cbords as per verse 2]:
The sun seeps through the window to see if we're still dead
To try to throw some light upon the gloom around our bed
At quarter past the doorbell rings, the water faucet drips and sings
And still my reason will not rhyme, and still you tell me its not time
[repeat cborus]
[repeat intro; end cold on D]
-- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers
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