D | – – 0 – – 2 – – 3 – –
C G Am G
D | – – 0 – – 2 – – 3 – –
C G Am G
Dm7 C
rowers gliding on the river
Dm7 G
canadian geese crap along the bank
Dm7 C C/B Am
back wheel of my bike begins to quiver
F C G
the chain is wrapped around the crank
Dm7 C
old ladies , who must be doggie training
Dm7 G
walking , trowing balls , chasing all the sheep
Dm7 C C/B Am
while the farmer stands around and he’s complaining
F C G
his mad cows are being put to sleep
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m A pices fish and the river runs through my soul
Dm7 C
smoke signals from the brewery
Dm7 G
like someone in there found the latest pope
Dm7 C C/B Am
in a vat of beer that keeps pumping out with fury
F C G
while the church bell ringer’s tangled in his rope
Dm7 C
but there’s a temple on an island
Dm7 G
i think of all the gods and what they feel
Dm7 C C/B Am
you can only find them in the deepest silence
F C G
i got to get out of this big wheel
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
G C
and i’ll be swimming until i can find those waters
G C
that , the one unbounded ocean of bliss
G C
that’s flowing through your parents , sons and daughters
G C
but still an easy thing for us to miss
Dm7 C
blades go skimming through the water
Dm7 G
i hear the coxon shouting his instructions about
Dm7 C C/B Am
with this crew oh , it could be a tall order
F C G
have we time to sort all of these things out?
Dm7 C
sometimes my life it feels like fiction
Dm7 C
some of the days it’s really quite serene
Dm7 C C/B Am
i’m a living proof of all life’s contradictions
F C G
one half is going where the other half’s just been
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
mmm . . .
D | – – 0 – – 2 – – 3 – –
C G Am G
D | – – 0 – – 2 – – 3 – –
C G Am G
Dm7 C
rowers gliding on the river
Dm7 G
canadian geese crap along the bank
Dm7 C C/B Am
back wheel of my bike begins to quiver
F C G
the chain is wrapped around the crank
Dm7 C
old ladies , who must be doggie training
Dm7 G
walking , trowing balls , chasing all the sheep
Dm7 C C/B Am
while the farmer stands around and he’s complaining
F C G
his mad cows are being put to sleep
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m A pices fish and the river runs through my soul
Dm7 C
smoke signals from the brewery
Dm7 G
like someone in there found the latest pope
Dm7 C C/B Am
in a vat of beer that keeps pumping out with fury
F C G
while the church bell ringer’s tangled in his rope
Dm7 C
but there’s a temple on an island
Dm7 G
i think of all the gods and what they feel
Dm7 C C/B Am
you can only find them in the deepest silence
F C G
i got to get out of this big wheel
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
G C
and i’ll be swimming until i can find those waters
G C
that , the one unbounded ocean of bliss
G C
that’s flowing through your parents , sons and daughters
G C
but still an easy thing for us to miss
Dm7 C
blades go skimming through the water
Dm7 G
i hear the coxon shouting his instructions about
Dm7 C C/B Am
with this crew oh , it could be a tall order
F C G
have we time to sort all of these things out?
Dm7 C
sometimes my life it feels like fiction
Dm7 C
some of the days it’s really quite serene
Dm7 C C/B Am
i’m a living proof of all life’s contradictions
F C G
one half is going where the other half’s just been
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
i’m a pices fish and the river runs through my soul
D | 0 – 2 – 3 F C G Am G
mmm . . .
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