Capo 4
Intro:
G Bm C D x2
Verse 1:
Well I came al[G]one to f[Bm]ind a lit[C]tle piece of m[G]ind
Neg[G]lected all my dut[Bm]ies stepping of[C]f that straightened li[G]ne
Now I just s[G]it at my fr[Bm]ont door filled with in[Em]ner lakes and s[A]ounds
It's like I'm wat[G]ching the we[D]eds grow on my b[G]row
And I had p[G]ure pote[Bm]ntial and a so[C]iled white shi[G]rt
With lo[G]ve enough to ki[Bm]ll me but was u[C]nsure of its wor[G]th
And though the n[G]ight is swe[Bm]etened by some r[Em]ising of the mo[A]on
I've lived enou[G]gh to know the b[D]attle's never th[G]rough
Chorus:
You pa[C]ss something do[G]wn, no ma[D]tter where or h[G]ow
Well there'll be we[C]eds or wildfl[G]owers fi[D]xed upon your brow
And there's a cro[C]oked burning[G] cigarette rol[Em]ling on your ton[A]gue
Will there be wee[G]ds or wildflow[D]ers when you're do[G]ne
G Bm C D x2
Verse 2:
Whenever you t[G]ravel to the de[Bm]sert or t[C]ravel to the s[D]ea
Looking o[G]ut on the hor[Bm]izon asking w[C]hat you made of m[G]e
And as we al[G]l hang arou[Bm]nd with our freedom of [Em]mind[A]
As a[G]ll of our br[D]anches entw[G]ine
And as I wat[G]ch the br[Bm]ick erode[C] within a d[D]ay
The leave[G]s changing co[Bm]lors and the [C]barrowfuls of hay[G]
And as a bla[G]de of sun[Bm]shine cut[Em]s across my che[A]st
The [G]blood beneath b[D]oils with u[G]nrest
Chorus
[G]La La [Bm]La La [C]Laa[D]a x2
[G]La La [Bm]La La [Em]Laa[C]a [D]x2
Pushed a[C]round by the w[G]ind and the wort[D]hless little th[G]ing
But the wo[C]rld can feel the [G]changes of a bu[D]tterfly's wings
And so that crook[C]ed burning c[G]igarette ro[Em]lling on your to[A]ngue
Will leave be twe[G]eds before your fl[D]owers when yet have s[G]prung
Will there be wee[G]ds or wildflow[D]ers when you're do[G]ne
Intro:
G Bm C D x2
Verse 1:
Well I came al[G]one to f[Bm]ind a lit[C]tle piece of m[G]ind
Neg[G]lected all my dut[Bm]ies stepping of[C]f that straightened li[G]ne
Now I just s[G]it at my fr[Bm]ont door filled with in[Em]ner lakes and s[A]ounds
It's like I'm wat[G]ching the we[D]eds grow on my b[G]row
And I had p[G]ure pote[Bm]ntial and a so[C]iled white shi[G]rt
With lo[G]ve enough to ki[Bm]ll me but was u[C]nsure of its wor[G]th
And though the n[G]ight is swe[Bm]etened by some r[Em]ising of the mo[A]on
I've lived enou[G]gh to know the b[D]attle's never th[G]rough
Chorus:
You pa[C]ss something do[G]wn, no ma[D]tter where or h[G]ow
Well there'll be we[C]eds or wildfl[G]owers fi[D]xed upon your brow
And there's a cro[C]oked burning[G] cigarette rol[Em]ling on your ton[A]gue
Will there be wee[G]ds or wildflow[D]ers when you're do[G]ne
G Bm C D x2
Verse 2:
Whenever you t[G]ravel to the de[Bm]sert or t[C]ravel to the s[D]ea
Looking o[G]ut on the hor[Bm]izon asking w[C]hat you made of m[G]e
And as we al[G]l hang arou[Bm]nd with our freedom of [Em]mind[A]
As a[G]ll of our br[D]anches entw[G]ine
And as I wat[G]ch the br[Bm]ick erode[C] within a d[D]ay
The leave[G]s changing co[Bm]lors and the [C]barrowfuls of hay[G]
And as a bla[G]de of sun[Bm]shine cut[Em]s across my che[A]st
The [G]blood beneath b[D]oils with u[G]nrest
Chorus
[G]La La [Bm]La La [C]Laa[D]a x2
[G]La La [Bm]La La [Em]Laa[C]a [D]x2
Pushed a[C]round by the w[G]ind and the wort[D]hless little th[G]ing
But the wo[C]rld can feel the [G]changes of a bu[D]tterfly's wings
And so that crook[C]ed burning c[G]igarette ro[Em]lling on your to[A]ngue
Will leave be twe[G]eds before your fl[D]owers when yet have s[G]prung
Will there be wee[G]ds or wildflow[D]ers when you're do[G]ne
