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| F#4/C#:x4x422 |
| Intro: |
| F# F#4/D# F# F#4/D# |
| F# |
| There's a man |
| F# |
| Who's been out sailing |
| F#4 |
| In a decade full of dreams |
| F# F#4 |
| And he takes her to a schooner |
| F# F#9 |
| And he treats her like a queen |
| F# F#4 |
| Bearing beads from California |
| F# F#4/D# |
| With their amber stones and green |
| F#4 F# |
| He has called her from the harbor |
| F#4 F# |
| He has kissed her with his freedom |
| F#4 F# |
| He has heard her off to starboard |
| F#4 C#4 |
| In the breaking and the breathing |
| F# F#4/C# |
| Of the water weeds |
| F# F#4 |
| While she was busy |
| F# F#4 F# |
| Being free |
| F# |
| There's a man who's climbed |
| F# |
| A mountain |
| F#4 |
| And he's calling out her name |
| F# |
| And he hopes her heart can |
| F#4 F# |
| Hear three thousand miles |
| F#9 |
| He calls again |
| F# F#4 |
| He can think her there beside him |
| F# F#4/D# |
| He can miss her just the same |
| F#4 F# |
| He has missed her in the forest |
| F#4 F# |
| While he showed her all the flowers |
| F#4 F# |
| And the branches sang the chorus |
| F#4 F#4/C# |
| As he climbed the scaley towers |
| F# F#4/C# |
| Of a forest tree |
| F# F#4 |
| While she was somewhere |
| F# F#4 F# |
| Being free |
| F# |
| There's a man who's sent a letter |
| F#4 |
| And he's waiting for reply |
| F# F#4 |
| He has asked her of her travels |
| F# F#9 |
| Since the day they said goodbye |
| F# |
| He writes "Wish you were |
| F#4 |
| Beside me |
| F# F#4/D# |
| We can make it if we try" |
| F#4 F# |
| He has seen her at the office |
| F#4 F# |
| With her name on all his papers |
| F#4 F# |
| Through the sharing of the profits |
| F#4 F#4/C# |
| He will find it hard to shake her |
| F# F#4/C# |
| From his memory |
| F# F#4 |
| And she's so busy |
| F# F#4 F# |
| Being free |
| F# |
| There's a lady in the city |
| F#4 |
| And she thinks she loves them all |
| F# |
| There's the one who's |
| F#4 |
| Thinking of her |
| F# F#9 |
| There's the one who sometimes calls |
| F# |
| There's the one who writes |
| F#4 |
| Her letters |
| F# F#4/D# |
| With his facts and figures scrawl |
| F#4 F# |
| She has brought them to her senses |
| F#4 |
| They have laughed inside her |
| F# |
| Laughter |
| F#4 F# |
| Now she rallies her defenses |
| F#4 F#4/C# |
| For she fears that one will ask her |
| F# F#4/C# |
| For eternity |
| F# F#4 |
| And she's so busy |
| F# F#4 F# |
| Being free |
| F# |
| There's a man who sends her medals |
| F# |
| He is bleeding from the war |
| F# |
| There's a jouster and a jester |
| F#9 |
| And a man who owns a store |
| F# F#4 |
| There's a drummer and a dreamer |
| F# F#4/D# |
| And you know there may be more |
| F#4 |
| She will love them when she |
| F# |
| Sees them |
| F#4 F# |
| They will lose her if they follow |
| F#4 F# |
| And she only means to please them |
| F#4 F#4/C# |
| And her heart is full and hollow |
| F# F#4/C# |
| Like a cactus tree |
| F# F#4 |
| While she's so busy |
| F# F#4 F# |
| Being free |
| F# F#4/C# F#4/D# |
| Like a cactus tree |
| F# F#4 |
| Being free |
| Bridge: |
| F# F#4 F# F# x2 |
| Ending: |
| F# F#4 F# F#4 F#4 F#4 F# |
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