F?:x3301x <-------This is the "gossip"-"garden"-"warrior"-"indian" chord.
| | G | F |
| | Down the | street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace" |
| | Am |
| | As she slams the door in his drunken face, |
| And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool. |
| | G | F |
| | He | cries "Oh girl, you must be mad, |
| | Am |
| | What happened to the sweet love you and me had?" |
| | Em7 |
| | Against the door he leans and starts a scene, |
| And his tears fall and burn the garden green. |
| And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually. |
| | G | F |
| | A little | Indian brave who before he was ten, |
| | Am |
| played | war games in the woods with his Indian friends, |
| | Em7 |
| | and he built a dream that when he grew up, |
| he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief. |
| | G | F |
| | Many | moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow |
| | Am |
| | He would sing his first war song, |
| | Em7 |
| | And fight his first battle, but something went wrong, |