back o the moon 10,000 Maniacs
2(G Am C G) 2(D D Am G D) 2(C G D) 2(G Am C G) 2(D D Am G D) 2(C G D) Dm C Dm C Bb Am 2(G Am C G) 2(D D Am G D) 2(C G D) 2(C G D) Jenny. Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second storey room to whistle you down. The man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver coin only lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away. There's one rare and odd style of living part only known to the everybody. Jenny. A comical where's the end parade of the sort people here would think unusual. Jenny. Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea. Far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon. Jenny. Jenny you don't know the days I've tried telling backyard tales so to maybe amuse. O your mood is never giddy if you smile I'm delighted but you'd rather pout such a lazy child you dare fold your arms tisk and say that I lie. There's one rare and odd style of thinking part only known to the everybody. Jenny. The small step and giant leap takers got the head start in the race toward it. Jenny. Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea. Far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon. That was a sigh but not meant to envy you. When your age was mine some things were sworn true. Morning would come and calendar pages had new printed seasons on their opposite sides. Jenny. Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second storey room to whistle you down. O the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver coin lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away. There's one rare and odd style of living part only known to the everybody. Jenny. Out of tin ships jump the bubble headed boys to push their flags into powdered soils and cry no second places. No smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs in high button trousers. No milk pail for the farmer's daughter. No merry towns of sweet walled houses. Here I've found Back O' the Moon. Not here I've found Back O' the Moon. From: Lee Eugene T Subject: CRD: BACK O THE MOON - 10,000 MANIACS BACK O' THE MOON G Jenny       Am                  Jenny you don't know the nights I hide C                     below a second storey room                 G to whistle you down the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser Am he's got a silver coin                         C only lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away G            D          there's one rare and odd style of living Am               G                D part only known to the everybody Jenny a comical where's the end parade           Am         G                     of the sort people here would think unusual D Jenny C             G                  D tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea C              G                   D far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon (same as above) Jenny Jenny you don't know the days I've tried telling backyard tales so to maybe amue o your mood is never giddy if you smile I'm delighted but you'd rather pout such a lazy child you dare fold your arms tisk and say that I lie there's one rare and odd style of thinking part only known to the everybody Jenny the small step and giant leap takers got the head start in the race toward it Jenny tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon Dm   that was a sigh                    C but not meant to envy you Dm when your age was mine some things were sworn true C morning would come        Bb and calendar pages had Am     new printed seasons on                   G their opposite sides Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second storey room to whistle you down o the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver coin lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away there's one rare and odd style of living part only known to the everybody Jenny out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys to push their flags into powdered soils and cry no second placers no smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs in high button trousers no milk pail for the farmer's daughter no merry towns of sweet walled houses here I've found Back O' the Moon not here I've found Back O' the Moon Gene et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu i'm just emptying my vault of knowledge
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