Grateful Dead (Hunter/Garcia)
[Instrumental]
Emaj7 B A
[Verse 1]
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Right outside this lazy summer home
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You ain’t got time to call your soul a critic, no
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Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
C#m B D A
Wonderin’ where the nut-thatch winter’s wings a mile long
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Just carried the bird away
[Chorus]
G C G C
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
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But the heart has its beaches, its homelands and thoughts of its own
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Wake now, discover, that you are the song that morning brings
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But the heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own
[Verse 2]
Emaj7 A Emaj7 A Emaj7 Bm A
There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away
Emaj7 A Emaj7 A Emaj7 Bm A
There follows a wagon behind him that’s loaded with clay
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And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom and decay- ay
Emaj7 A Emaj7 A Emaj7 A C
And night comes so quiet it’s close on the heels of the day
[Verse 3]
Emaj7 A Emaj7 A Emaj7 Bm A
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
Emaj7 A Emaj7 A Emaj7 Bm A
Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
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Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
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Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own
