Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young : Misc

C#m

B

Six o'clock in the morning, I feel pretty good

F#m

B/f#

So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords

F#m

B/f#

Fighting dragons and crossing swords

F#m

B/f#

C#m

With the people against the hordes who came to conquer

C#m

B

Seven o'clock in the morning, here it comes

F#m

B/f#

I taste the warning and I am so amazed I'm here today

F#m

B/f#

Seeing things so clear this way

F#m

B/f#

C#m

In the car and on my way to Stonehenge

C#m

B

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral Sunlight pouring through the break of day Stumbled through the door and into the chamber

F#m

B/f#

There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a face And a feeling deep inside of me tells me

B/f#

C#m

This can't be the place

C#m

B

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral All religion has to have its day Expressions on the face of the Saviour

F#m

B/f#

Made me say I can't stay

C#m

B

Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here! Too many people have lied in the name of Christ for anyone to heed the call So many people have died in the name of Christ that I can't believe it all

F#m

B/f#

And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799 And the day he died it was a birthday and I noticed it was mine And my head didn't know just who I was and I went spinning back in time

C#m

B

And I am high upon the altar High upon the altar, high

F#m

B(vii)

B

C#m

B

I'm flying in Winchester cathedral It's hard enough to drink the wine The air inside just hangs in delusion

F#m

B/f#

But given time I'll be fine

C#m

B

Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here! Too many people have lied in the name of Christ for anyone to heed the call So many people have died in the name of Christ that I can't believe it all

F#m

B/f#

And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799 And the day he died it was a birthday and I noticed it was mine And my head didn't know just who I was and I went spinning back in time

C#m

B

And I am high upon the altar High upon the altar, high

F#m

B(vii)

B

C#m

G

F

C

G

D

F

There I was at the immigration scene

G

Shining and feeling clean. Could it be a sin?

D

F

I got stopped by the immigration man

G

He says he doesn't know if he can let me in

D

F

Let me in, immigration man

C

G

Can I cross the line and pray?

Fmaj7

G

I can stay another day

D

F

Let me in, immigration man

C

G

I won't toe your line today

Fmaj7

C

G

I can't see it anyway. Hey hey There he was with his immigration face Giving me a paper chase, but the son was coming 'Cause all at once he looked into my space And stamped a number over my face and it sent me running Won't you let me in, immigration man Can I cross the line and pray? I can stay another day Won't you let me in, immigration man I won't toe your line today I can't see it anyway. Hey Hey Hey Here I am with my immigration form It's big enough to keep me warm when a cold wind's coming So go where you will, as long as you think you can You'd better watch out, watch out for the man anywhere you're going Come on and let me in, immigration man Can I cross the line and pray? Take your fingers from the tray Let me in, emigration man I won't toe your line today I can't see it anyway. Hey Hey Hey

F

C

G

D

Capo:

II

Em

Bm

C

Am

x2

Em

Bm

Just a song before I go

C

Am

To whom it may concern

Em

Bm

Travelling twice the speed of sound

C

Am

It's easy to get burned

G

F

When the shows were over

Am

Bm

We had to get back home

G

F

And when we opened up the door

Am

C

I had to be alone She helped me with my suitcase She stands before my eyes Driving me to the airport And to the friendly skies Going through security I held her for so long She finally looked at me in love And she was gone

Em

Bm

C

Am

x2

Just a song before I go A lesson to be learned Travelling twice the speed of sound It's easy to get burned

D

G

D

|

D

Em7

D

|

(x2)

D

G(vii)

D

Em7(iii)

D

If you're down and confused

D

G(vii)

D

Em7(iii)

D

And you don't remember who you're talking to

D

G(vii)

D

Em7(iii)

D

Concentration slips away

D

G(vii)

D

Em7(iii)

D

Because your baby is so far away

Bm

A

G

Well there's a rose in a fisted glove

Bm

A

G

And the eagle flies with the dove

Bm

A

G

And if you can't be with the one you love, honey

D

G

D

Love the one you're with

D

Em7

D

You gotta love the one you're with

D

G

D

You gotta love the one you're with

D

Em7

D

You gotta love the one you're with Don't be angry, don't be sad And don't sit crying over good times you had There's a girl right next to you And she's just waiting for something to do Well there's a rose in a fisted glove And the eagle flies with the dove And if you can't be with the one you love, honey Love the one you're with You gotta love the one you're with You gotta love the one you're with You gotta love the one you're with

Bm

G

Bm

Du-du-du-du du-du

Bm

G

Bm

Du-du-du-du du-du

Bm

G

D

Du-du-du-du du-du

D

Du-du-du!

C

Csus2

Csus4

C

Am

Em7

Am

x2

C

In an upstairs room in Blackpool

Am

By the side of the Northern Sea

C

The army had my father

Am

And my mother was having me

F

Am

F

Am

Military madness killing my country

F

Am

F

C

Csus2

Csus4

C

Am

Em7

Am

Solitary sadness comes over me And after the school was over And I moved to the other side I found another country But I never lost my pride Military madness was killing the country Solitary sadness creeps over me And after the wars are over And the body count is finally filed I hope that man discovers What's driving the people wild Military madness is killing the country So much sadness between you and me

Am

Em7

Am

Whoa...

C

G/b

Am

C/g

D7

F

C

G

C

G

Am

C/g

My head is hanging heavy with the thoughts of him in mind

D7

F

G

'Tis sacrilege for us to take advantage of the blind

C

G

Am

C/g

So tell before you come to me from out of yonder skies

D7

F

G

C

A man's a man who looks a man right between the eyes

G/b

Am

C/g

D7

F

C

G

And the pain that we could bring to him I don't think he could beat Please don't ask me how I know I've just been up that street And all the people living there have been silenced by their own lies A man's a man who looks a man right between the eyes

G/b

Am

C/g

D7

F

Na na na na na na na na na na na

C

G/b

Am

C/g

D7

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na

F

C

G

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na And talking from experience I know how he would feel Waking up and finding that his one love wasn't real But the age of truth will soon appear Aquarius arrives A man's a man who looks a man right between the eyes

G/b

Am

C/g

D7

F

Na na na na na na na na na na na

Cadd9

C

Cadd9

C

Cadd9

C

Em7

Em

I am a simple man, so I sing a simple song

Am

G

F

I've never been so much in love and never hurt so bad

Cadd9

C

Cadd9

C

At the same time I am a simple man, and I play a simple tune I wish that I could see you once again across the room

C

G

Like the first time

F

C

G

I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down

F

C

I hear what you're saying, and you're spinning my head around

G

F

And I can't make it alone

Instrumental verse

The ending of the tale, is the singing of the song Make me proud to be your man only you can make me strong

C

G

Like the last time I just want to hold you, I don't want to hold you down I hear what you're saying, and you're spinning my head around And I can't make it alone

Tuning: DADGBE (Drop D)

D7

G

F

D

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D

G

F

I could be a rambler from the Seven Dials I don't pay taxes 'cause I never file And I don't do business that doesn't make me smile I love my aeroplane 'cause she got style

D

I'm a treetop flyer I fly any cargo that you can pay to run The bush-league pilots, they just can't get the job done You've got to fly down into the canyons, you don't ever see the sun There's no such thing as an easy run Oh, treetop flyer I fly low, I'm in high demand I go fifteen feet over the Rio Grande I blow the mesquite right up off of the sand Seldom seen, especially when I land I'm a treetop flyer, born survivor The people they ask me, "Where'd you learn to fly that way?" It's over in Vietnam chasin' NVAs The government taught me, and they taught me right Stay down under the tree line and you might be alright Treetop flyer So I'm comin' home, I'm runnin' low and fast I promised my woman, this is gonna be my last I get the ship down, I tie her fast And then somebody walks up and says, "Hey son, wanna make some fast cash?" Treetop flyer Well there's things I am and there's things I'm not I am a smuggler and I could get shot I ain't gonna die, I ain't gonna get caught You see, I'm a flyin' fool in an aeroplane, I'm just too hot I'm a treetop flyer, born survivor

D

Em

D

A/d

D

A7/d

D

Bm

Look around me, I can see my life before me

G

A

D

Em

D

Running rings around the way it used to be

D

Bm

I am older now, I have more than what I wanted

G

A

G

D

Em

D

But I wish that I had started long before I did

G

A

D

Bm

And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn

G

A

F#m

D7

Time we have wasted on the way

G

A

D

Bm

So much water moving underneath the bridge

G

A

G

D

Let the water come and carry us away

D

Bm

Oh, when you were young, did you question all the answers

G

A

G

D

Did you envy all the dancers who had all the nerve

D

Bm

Look around you now, you must go for what you wanted

G

A

G

D

Look at all my friends who did and got what they deserved And there's so much time to make up everywhere you turn Time we have wasted on the way So much water moving underneath the bridge Let the water come and carry us away So much love to make up everywhere you turn Love we have wasted on the way So much water moving underneath the bridge Let the water come and carry us away Let the water come and carry us away

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young : Misc

Cathedral

Immigration Man

Just A Song Before I Go

Love The One You're With

Military Madness

Right Between The Eyes

Simple Man

Treetop Flyer (Stephen Stills)

Wasted On The Way