Chords
Aqualong

Key: C

Introduction:

difficulty
easy |||||
                                                 C#                 D#               F                 D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
                                                             C#                 D#               F                 D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,.........hey Aqualung
                                               C#                             D#               F       D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run,..............hey Aqualung
                                                   C#                 D#               F                 D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck,.........oh Aqualung
 Gm                       F                                                   C 
Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely
 Cm                           Gm                   F 
Taking time the only way he knows
 Gm                   F                                                   C 
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
 Cm                                   Gm                               F 
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
 Gm             F                                             C 
Feeling alone, the armies up the road
 Cm                           Gm                             F 
Salvation a-la-mode and a cup of tea
 Gm                   F                                                           C 
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
 Cm                                     Gm                       F 
You poor old sod you see it's only me
 Gm                         F                                             Gm 
Do you still remember, Decembers foggy freeze?
 Gm                                                   F                                                             Gm 
When the ice that clings on to your beard, was screaming agony
                 Gm                                     F                                                                 C 
And you snatch your rattling last breathes with deep-sea-diver-sounds
                 Cm                                     Gm                         F 
And the flowers bloomed like madness in the spring
 Gm                       F                                                   C 
Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely
 Cm                           Gm                   F 
Taking time the only way he knows
 Gm                   F                                                   C 
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
 Cm                                   Gm                               F 
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
 Gm             F                                             C 
Feeling alone, the armies up the road
 Cm                         Gm                               F 
Salvation a-la-mode and a cup of tea
 Gm                   F                                                           C 
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
 Cm                                     Gm                       F 
You poor old sod you see it's only me
Guitar solo
                                                 C#                 D#               F                 D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
                                                             C#                 D#               F                 D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,.........hey Aqualung
                                               C#                             D#               F       D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run,..............hey Aqualung
                                                   C#                 D#               F                 D#  F  D#  F  F#  C#     D#  C#  F#   E     B   D 
Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck,.........oh Aqualung
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