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Joni Mitchell - Cactus tree
Author And Composer: Joni Mitchell
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F#4/D#:xx1422
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F#4/C#:x4x422
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Intro:
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F# F#4/D# F# F#4/D#
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F#
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There's a man
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F#
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Who's been out sailing
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F#4
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In a decade full of dreams
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F# F#4
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And he takes her to a schooner
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F# F#9
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And he treats her like a queen
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F# F#4
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Bearing beads from California
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F# F#4/D#
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With their amber stones and green
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F#4 F#
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He has called her from the harbor
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F#4 F#
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He has kissed her with his freedom
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F#4 F#
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He has heard her off to starboard
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F#4 C#4
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In the breaking and the breathing
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F# F#4/C#
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Of the water weeds
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F# F#4
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While she was busy
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F# F#4 F#
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Being free
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F#
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There's a man who's climbed
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A mountain
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F#4
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And he's calling out her name
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And he hopes her heart can
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F#4 F#
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Hear three thousand miles
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F#9
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He calls again
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F# F#4
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He can think her there beside him
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F# F#4/D#
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He can miss her just the same
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F#4 F#
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He has missed her in the forest
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F#4 F#
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While he showed her all the flowers
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F#4 F#
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And the branches sang the chorus
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F#4 F#4/C#
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As he climbed the scaley towers
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F# F#4/C#
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Of a forest tree
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F# F#4
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While she was somewhere
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F# F#4 F#
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Being free
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F#
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There's a man who's sent a letter
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F#4
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And he's waiting for reply
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F# F#4
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He has asked her of her travels
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F# F#9
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Since the day they said goodbye
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F#
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He writes "Wish you were
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F#4
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Beside me
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F# F#4/D#
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We can make it if we try"
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F#4 F#
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He has seen her at the office
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F#4 F#
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With her name on all his papers
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F#4 F#
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Through the sharing of the profits
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F#4 F#4/C#
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He will find it hard to shake her
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F# F#4/C#
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From his memory
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F# F#4
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And she's so busy
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F# F#4 F#
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Being free
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F#
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There's a lady in the city
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F#4
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And she thinks she loves them all
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F#
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There's the one who's
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F#4
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Thinking of her
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F# F#9
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There's the one who sometimes calls
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F#
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There's the one who writes
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F#4
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Her letters
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F# F#4/D#
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With his facts and figures scrawl
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F#4 F#
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She has brought them to her senses
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F#4
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They have laughed inside her
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F#
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Laughter
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F#4 F#
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Now she rallies her defenses
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F#4 F#4/C#
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For she fears that one will ask her
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F# F#4/C#
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For eternity
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F# F#4
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And she's so busy
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F# F#4 F#
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Being free
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F#
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There's a man who sends her medals
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F#
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He is bleeding from the war
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F#
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There's a jouster and a jester
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F#9
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And a man who owns a store
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F# F#4
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There's a drummer and a dreamer
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F# F#4/D#
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And you know there may be more
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F#4
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She will love them when she
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F#
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Sees them
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F#4 F#
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They will lose her if they follow
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F#4 F#
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And she only means to please them
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F#4 F#4/C#
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And her heart is full and hollow
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F# F#4/C#
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Like a cactus tree
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F# F#4
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While she's so busy
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F# F#4 F#
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Being free
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F# F#4/C# F#4/D#
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Like a cactus tree
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F# F#4
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Being free
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Ending:
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F# F#4 F# F#4 F#4 F#4 F#
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