Cifras
Something Biblical

Tono: F

Introducción:

                                 F                                                 C 
Take your apples from the earth
                                 F                                                         C 
And your fingerlings from the air
               D7                                                                                           E 
If you cried when you were born
                                                                   F 
'Cause it ain't fair
                                                                                                 G 
You got nothing, nothing to wear
 Dm                                                                                                         C 
              And there's a drink that we're all needing
 E                                                                                                     F 
            A need to weep but we have tried
 Dm                                                                                                               C 
            And though the clouds we keep on seeding
 E                                                                                 F                                                                                    C 
            Still the county remains dry, the county remains dry
                                                                     F                             G 
The county remains dry
 Dm                                                                                         C 
          I see your coat, that it needs sewing
 E                                                                                                                             F 
          And these seeds will sow the corn silk bride
 Dm                                                                                               C 
            But in your absence nothing's growing
 E                                                                                               F                                                                                C 
        And still the county remains dry, the county remains dry
                                                                       F                           G 
The county remains dry
                   F                                             C 
Well still we keep on dreaming
                         F                               C 
Of that fifty-year flood
               F                         C 
Of oceans of plasma
                 F                   C 
And rivers of blood
                                   F                                             C 
Take your apples from the earth
                                 F                                                     C 
And your fingerlings from the air
 D7                                                                                                                 E 
If you cried when you were born
                                                     F 
'Cause it ain't fair
                                                                                                   G 
You got nothing, nothing to wear