Tom: D
Introdução:
D Dm
D
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
Dm
To try and recapture his anger
G
He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs
Em A
Until he begins to feel younger
F#º Em
But back at his desk in the city we find
F#º Em
Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
B7 Em B7 Em
Who can't find the strength now to punish the length
G A
Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
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G A
Poor fractured Atlas
A D
Threw himself across the mattress
G A
Waving his withering pencil
A D
As if it were a pirate's cutlass
Dm C G
I'm almost certain
Bb A D
He's trying to increase his burden
Em B7 Em A
He said "That's how the child in me planned it,
A7 D A C G Bb
A woman wouldn't understand it"
I believe there was something that I wanted to say
G A
Poor fractured Atlas
A D
Threw himself across the mattress
G A
Waving his withering pencil
A D
As if it were a pirate's cutlass
Dm C G
I'm almost certain
Bb A D
He's trying to increase his burden
Em B7 Em A
He said "That's how the child in me planned it,
A7 D A C G Bb
A woman wouldn't understand it"
DA A7 D A C G Bb A DA
A woman wouldn't understand it