E------------------------------------------
B------------------------------------------
G-2h4------------------------2-2-2p0-2-0---
D----2~----------1~-2h4-2~~--------------2-
A------------1h2---------------------------
E------------------------------------------
E------------------------
B----------------3/5-5~~-
G-----------4~-4---------
D------------------------
A------------------------
E------------------------
| | Em | D |
| | Sugarfoot\\\'s got two hands | |
| Just as long has he can see |
| | D |
| One hand in the birdfeed | |
| And a hand in the apple tree |
| | B | Em |
| | A yellow moon that hangs | |
| | Em | D |
| | He\\\'s all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links | |
| You oughta see this home that he owns |
| It\\\'s like a box of jewelrey (fill two) |
| He\\\'s got his own church bell |
| And his bed, it lays in a gallery |
| And all the colors they shine like flames |
| Coming in through the window pane |
| They end up getting checked over twice |
| For the reds of someone\\\'s veins |
| | G | C |
| | It\\\'s so cold and blown all apart | |
| | G | C |
| | It\\\'s so cold and needing of a heart | |
| (repeat intro but play first three notes twice) |
| He stands alone on the top of his home |
| Where all the blue birds flown (fill two) |
| Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries |
| And he moans through a saxophone |
| He reaches high with his hands in the sky |
| And puts his fingers right into the storm (fill two) |
| Always one to stand under the moon |
| And anyone with anything has already begun to think |
| That somebody down there knows |
| Just how he sat on his knees in the dirt |
| And buried someone\\\'s rainbow |
| It\\\'s so cold and blown all apart |
| It\\\'s so cold and needing of a heart |
| Well, I know you ain\\\'t my enemy |
| The only one\\\'s inside of me |
| He\\\'s killing me getting free |
| I heard he wants my head on an old ice pick |
| And all I\\\'ve ever got to be |
| Is everything I want to be |
| He still stands tall underneath that apple tree |
| Man, he\\\'s still watching me |
| His chain gang is trying to pull me down |
| Like the birds and the fireflies |
| They shoot arrows up into the skies |
| And the burn all the feathers dry |
| Well, he only wants to fill his belly up |
| With rocks till it hurts, then he stops |
| Well, he don\\\'t know what to do with love |
| If it don\\\'t fill his belly to the top |
| It\\\'s so cold and blown all apart |
| It\\\'s so cold and needing of a heart |
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E------ E--------------------
B------ B--------------------
G-2h4-- G-2h4-4-2h4-4-2h4-4--
D----2- D------------------2-
A------ A--------------------
E------ E--------------------
| Fill Three (note: played before every B chord.) |
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| Enjoy! (I Think I Fixed It!) |
