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Been climbing trees I've skinned my knees
Cmaj7
my hands are black the sun is going down
G
She scruffs my hair in the kitchen steam
Cmaj7
She's listening to the dream I weaved today
G
Crosswords through the bathroom door
Cmaj7
while someone sings the theme-tune to the news
G
and my sister buzzes through the room leaving perfume in the air
Cmaj7
and that's what triggered this.
G
I come back here from time to time
Cmaj7
I shelter here some days.
G Cmaj7
G
E high-back chair. He sits and stares
Cmaj7
E thousand yards and whistle's marching-band
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Kneeling by and speaking up
Cmaj7
He reaches out and I take a massive hand.
G
Disjointed tales that flit between
Cmaj7
short trousers and a full dress uniform
G
And he talks of people ten years gone like I've known them all my life
Cmaj7
Like scattered black 'n' whites....
G
I come back here from time to time
Cmaj7
I shelter here some days.
G
I come back here from time to time
Cmaj7
I shelter here some days.
G Cmaj7
till end
Ok, enjoy, and get picking...
Lol, this is an endurance song - your hand is very tired after this...