This is the first tab of this on the net, and probably the first
attempt at transcribing the lyrics, too, hence some ridiculous
lines within. Corrections and comments appreciated as always.
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Never Got Off The Ground
CAPO 3
Intro: E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2
[E]My father was a [Dsus2]farmer,
[E]but his head was in the [Dsus2]sky.
[E]He worked every day but [Dsus2]Sunday
A Dsus2 | A
till the day he died.
[E]He prayed for rain and [Dsus2]thunder,
[E]and listened for the [Dsus2]sound.
[E]In the dry years he wen[Dsus2]t under,
A Dsus2 | A
he never got off the ground.
[E]We all dream when we're [Dsus2]younger
[E]that we will to great [Dsus2]things.
[E]Me, I used to have a [Dsus2]hunger.
A Dsus2 | A
to wear a pilot's wings.
Mando solo: E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A
[E]But the circles that I [Dsus2]ran in
[E]turned my head a[Dsus2]round,
[E]and the planes I had my [Dsus2]plans in
A Dsus2 | A
never got off the ground.
[C]Don't raise your hopes;
you [A]hear so many say
"The [C]higher they get,
the [G]closer they are to [E]fly[Dsus2]-ing a[A]way."
[E]Fly [Dsus2]high a[A]way!
Fiddle solo: E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A
[C]Don't raise your hopes;
you [A]hear so many say
"The [C]higher they get,
the [G]closer they are to [E]fly[Dsus2]-ing a[A]way."
[E]They say they're but for [Dsus2]fortune,
[E]is the way it would have [Dsus2]been
[E]if we could take a bigger [Dsus2]portion,
A Dsus2 | A
and fill our hands again.
[E]You see them on the [Dsus2]sidewalks
[E]in the parks all over [Dsus2]town;
[E]those who've taken [Dsus2]flight,
but [E]never got off the [Dsus]ground.
Outro: A | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A
attempt at transcribing the lyrics, too, hence some ridiculous
lines within. Corrections and comments appreciated as always.
+++ PERMISSION ONLY GRANTED TO COUNTRYTABS AND COWBOYLYRICS TO HOST +++
Never Got Off The Ground
CAPO 3
Intro: E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2
[E]My father was a [Dsus2]farmer,
[E]but his head was in the [Dsus2]sky.
[E]He worked every day but [Dsus2]Sunday
A Dsus2 | A
till the day he died.
[E]He prayed for rain and [Dsus2]thunder,
[E]and listened for the [Dsus2]sound.
[E]In the dry years he wen[Dsus2]t under,
A Dsus2 | A
he never got off the ground.
[E]We all dream when we're [Dsus2]younger
[E]that we will to great [Dsus2]things.
[E]Me, I used to have a [Dsus2]hunger.
A Dsus2 | A
to wear a pilot's wings.
Mando solo: E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A
[E]But the circles that I [Dsus2]ran in
[E]turned my head a[Dsus2]round,
[E]and the planes I had my [Dsus2]plans in
A Dsus2 | A
never got off the ground.
[C]Don't raise your hopes;
you [A]hear so many say
"The [C]higher they get,
the [G]closer they are to [E]fly[Dsus2]-ing a[A]way."
[E]Fly [Dsus2]high a[A]way!
Fiddle solo: E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | E | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A
[C]Don't raise your hopes;
you [A]hear so many say
"The [C]higher they get,
the [G]closer they are to [E]fly[Dsus2]-ing a[A]way."
[E]They say they're but for [Dsus2]fortune,
[E]is the way it would have [Dsus2]been
[E]if we could take a bigger [Dsus2]portion,
A Dsus2 | A
and fill our hands again.
[E]You see them on the [Dsus2]sidewalks
[E]in the parks all over [Dsus2]town;
[E]those who've taken [Dsus2]flight,
but [E]never got off the [Dsus]ground.
Outro: A | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A | Dsus2 | A
