Chords for For the Roses

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[G] _ _ _ _ _ [A] I heard it in [D] the wind last night, _ it sounded like applause, _ did you get [Cm] around resounding
[G] for your way up here?
_ _ [Dm] _ [A] It seems like many damn years ago since [A] I heard that face to face, [Cm] or seen you face
to face, but tonight I can feel you here. _
[Gm] I get these notes [D] on lilacs, praising butterflies [A] from [G] girls who just have [Am] to tell me _ that [F] _ they
saw you _ _ [G] _ somewhere. _ _
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In some office sits a poet [D] and he trembles as he [A] sings, [Dm] and he asks some guy to circulate
[D] his soul around.
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On your mark, red ribbon runner, _ _
[E] the caressing rev of motors finely [Gm] tuned, [Dm] like fancy women
in [G] thirties evening _ _ gowns.
_ [Dm] [Gm] Up the charts, off to the airport, [D] Hugh Hames in the news, [G] everything's first class.
[A] _ And the lights go [Am] down and it's just [F] you up _ there, getting them [Eb] to _ feel _ [Cm] like that.
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[Fm] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ Remember the days when you used to sit and make up your [A] tunes just for love, and [Dm] pour
your [A] simple sorrow to the sound all [D] in your knee. _
And now you're [G] seen on giant screens [A]
and at parties for the press, _ [Gm] and for people who
have slices of you [Cm] from the company.
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_ _ [Cm] _ They toss [G] around your latest golden egg, _ speculation, well, who's to know if [Am] the next one in the
nest _
[C] _ _ _ [F] will glitter _ _ for them soon.
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I guess I seem ungrateful, _ [D] with my teeth [D] sunk in the hand _ [G] that brings me these [A] things I
really can't give up [G] just yet. _
_ _ Now I sit up here, the critic, _ _ _ [E] and I'm [Am] watching some new band.
_ _ [Cm] _ They look like pink confetti on my old TV [G] set. _ _
_ [Gm] Oh, the power and the glory, just when [G] you're getting the taste for worship, they start
[Am] bringing out the [Em] hammers _ [C] _
and the boards [G] and the nails. _
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_ _ _ _ _ I heard [G] it in the wind last night, _ [A] it sounded like applause.
_ _ [G] _ It's chilly [Cm] now, end of [G] summer, no more shiny hot nights.
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_ _ _ It was just the arbutus trees rustling _ and the [Am] bumping of the logs, and [D] the moon swept
down black water [G] _ _ [G] like _ _ an empty _ _ _ _ _ spotlight. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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