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Eight Miles High Byrds

[Em]Eight [F#m7]miles [G]high [D]and when you touch [C]down

[G]You'll find that it's [D]stranger than [C]known [C6] [C] [C6]

[Em]Signs [F#m7]in the [G]street[D] that say where you're [C]going

[G]Are somewhere [D]just being their [C]own [C6] [C] [C6]

[Em] [F#m7] [Em] [F#m7]

[Em]No-[F#m7]where [G]is [D]there warmth to be [C]found

[G]Among those a[D]fraid of losing their [C]ground[C6] [C] [C6]

[Em]Rain g[F#m7]rey [G]town k[D]nown for its s[C]ound

[G]In places [D]small faces un-[C]boun[C6]d [C] [C6]

Lead |: Em F#m(w/Ebass) G(w/Ebass) :|

[Em]Round [F#m7]the [G]squares [D]huddled in [C]storms

[G]Some laughing [D]some just shapeless [C]forms[C6] [C] [C6]

[Em]Sidew[F#m7]alk [G]scenes a[D]nd black limosoui[C]nes

[G]Some living [D]some standing a[C]lone [C6] [C] [C6]

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#Eight Miles High
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#Writers: Gene Clark/David Crosby/Roger McGuinn
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#                INTRO: Em F#m(w/Ebass) G(w/Ebass)
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                [Em]Eight [F#m7]miles [G]high [D]and when you touch [C]down
                [G]You'll find that it's [D]stranger than [C]known [C6]   [C]  [C6]
                [Em]Signs [F#m7]in the [G]street[D] that say where you're [C]going
                [G]Are somewhere [D]just being their [C]own [C6]   [C]  [C6]

[Em]   [F#m7]     [Em]   [F#m7]         
                [Em]No-[F#m7]where [G]is [D]there warmth to be [C]found
                [G]Among those a[D]fraid of losing their [C]ground[C6]   [C]  [C6]
                [Em]Rain g[F#m7]rey [G]town k[D]nown for its s[C]ound
                [G]In places [D]small faces un-[C]boun[C6]d  [C]  [C6]

Lead  |: Em F#m(w/Ebass) G(w/Ebass) :|

[Em]Round [F#m7]the  [G]squares [D]huddled in [C]storms
                [G]Some laughing [D]some just shapeless [C]forms[C6]   [C]  [C6]
                [Em]Sidew[F#m7]alk [G]scenes a[D]nd black limosoui[C]nes
                [G]Some living [D]some standing a[C]lone [C6]   [C]  [C6]

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Bob Cummins (report)

The "improved lyrics are almost right. Here are the corrected lyrics:

Eight miles high, and when you touch down,
You'll find that it's stranger than known.

Signs in the street, that say where you're going,
Are somewhere, just being their own.

Nowhere is there warmth to be found,
Among those afraid of losing their ground.

Rain grey town, known for its sound,
In places, small faces unbound.

Down the squares, huddled in storms,
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms.

Sidewalk scenes, and black limousines,
Some living, some standing alone.

ebenami (report)

Corrected lyrics as heard on "The Very Best of the Byrds":

Eight miles high, and when you touch down,
You'll find that it's stranger than known.

Signs in the street, that say where you're going,
Are somewhere, just being their own.

Nowhere is there warmth to be found,
Among those afraid of losing their ground.

Rain grey town, known for its sound,
In places, small faces unbound.

Down the squares, huddled in storms,
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms.

Sidewalk seas, and black limousines,
Some living, some standing alone.