An Acquaintance Strikes a Chord The Good Life # he br[Dm]oke his old guitar. he cou[Am]ldn't make it sing. the st[Gm]rings had grown so worn they made his fingers b[Gm]leed. soon aft[Dm]er the event he made an[Am] acquaintance whose finger[Gm]s bled as well, forming scabs[Gm] that never heal. would you play a[Am] song for me? some wiltin[G]g melody that dr[F]ifts over the sunflowers to some far [E]away country. won't you play [Am]a song for me? [G]with words like push pins? they sti[F]ck into (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
