Em Cmaj7 Am C (Em D Em)
In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels.
C D G C Am
Their hair was a golden-brown ---
Am D D B Em
they didn't see me wink my eye.
Em D C (Em D Em)
`Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper,
C D G C Am D D B Em
And touch the heads of dying dogs --- and make them linger.
Em D C (Em D Em)
They carry their candles high --- and they light the dark hours.
C D G C Am D
And sweep all the country clean with pressed and scented wild-flowers.
Solo (I haven't tried too hard here):
|: Em D :|: Am D :|
Em Cmaj7 Am C (Em D Em)
They grow all their roses red, and paint our skies blue ---
C D G C Am
drop one penny in every second bowl ---
Am D D B Em
make half the beggars lose,
Em D C (Em D Em)
why do the faithful have such a will to believe in something?
C D G C Am
And call it the name they choose,
Am D D B Em
having chosen nothing.
Solo :
|: Em D :|: Am D :|: D :|: E :|
(Something like this for "Think I'll sit down...")
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-0-------0----------------0--------0-2 0 -0--2-0-
-X-------X----------------X--------X-0 2 -2--0-2-
-2-slide-7----------------9--------7- 3 -2----2-
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Em D C Em D Em
Think I'll sit down and invent some fool --- some Grand Court Jester.
C D G C Am D D B Em
And next time the die is cast, he'll throw a six or two.
In and out of the back-door, ran one front-door angel,
Her hair was a golden-brown --- she smiled and I think she winked her eye.