Cifras
The Last Hawk

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Introducción:

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I hadn't seen the place since '68
                 F                                     C                     G 
When we all got high and we rolled that tape
                 C                                           G 
We were holed up waiting for a call from the man
                 F                                                 C                       G 
Who had crashed his bike and gave birth to the band
 F                                               G 
I frowned and bend in my special way
                 C                                                       Am 
Told my daddy I was gonna teach them boys to play
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'Cause sometimes you know what you know
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You're never gonna learn if you can't let go
                 C                                           G 
I'm the last hawk, flying over Woodstock
                       Am               F                 G         C 
This is my last stop 'fore I'm on my way
           C                                                     G 
They say if you've never been to Saugerties
                         F                                                       C                     G 
Then you've never heard the wind whisper through the trees
 C                                                                     G 
Never known work till you've worked holes in your knees
             F                                                         C                   G 
And I betcha you've never heard any songs like these
           C                                                       G 
They dragged our name through the mud out there
       F                                               C                     G 
It didn't feel right and it didn't feel fair
                         C                                                 G 
'Cause that loud rock n' roll was too much to bear
                 F                                                   C             G 
For the soft-hearted poets down in Harvard Square
 F                           G 
Lee got tired, spit and swear
           C                                                       Am 
Went floating down the river to a rig somewhere
               F 
'Cause sometimes you know what you know
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You're never gonna learn if you can't let go
                 C                                           G 
I'm the last hawk, flying over Woodstock
                             Am               F                               G 
I can see the tree tops, praying for the rain
                       C                                             G 
This is my last stop, gonna take a long walk
                                   Am               F                       G                 C 
Before I take my boots off, I'll see ya round the way
 C                             G 
This may be the last I'll see
               F                                               C         G 
Of the rotten old house down in Saugerties
 C                               G 
I was here and I made a mighty stand
         F                                 C                       G 
But I may never stand right there again
 C                                       G 
Play a sweet song on these old keys
         F                               C               G 
And hope y'all might remember me
               C                               G 
'Cause all that time is here and gone
 F                                             C               G 
Won't be no one left to carry it on
                 F                         G 
From my piano bench I saw it all
                   C                                           Am 
From the great ascension to the mighty fall
                     F                                     G 
How could anyone know what we sang that day
             C                               Am 
Would tear your heart apart this way
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All my brothers they have flown away
             C                                                         Am 
But I still got something left that I wanna say
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It's that sometimes you know what you know
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You'll never be free if you can't let go
                 C                                           G 
I'm the last hawk, flying over Woodstock
                             Am               F                               G 
I can see the tree tops, praying for the rain
                       C                                             G 
This is my last stop, gonna take a long walk
                                   Am               F                       G                 C 
Before I take my boots off, I'll see ya round the way