first attempt at writing down chords . . . enjoy friends

B E B
when i receive the blessing i’ve got coming
E F# B
i’m going to raise an ice – cold glass of water
B E
to toast the living and the dead
B E
who’ve gone before me and my head
B F# B
will throb like an old wound re – opening

B E B
when i get off the bus down there my children
E F# B
they all are going to greet me at the station
B E
like gypsies they will dance around me
B E
and the choral droning sound their
B F# B
voices make will saturate the evening

B E B
when i get off the wheel i’m going to stop
E F# B
and make amends to everyone i’ve wounded
B E
and when i wave my magic wand
B E
those few who’ve slipped the surly bonds
B F# B
will rise like salmon at the spawning