Chords for Jerry Moore - Life is a Constant Journey Home (1967)
Tempo:
85.45 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
Well, life
[C] is a [G] constant journey, oh.
Sometimes I think if I [C] could be back where it [G] started, I'd be where I'm going.
[C] [G] I've no [C]
time for the fun [G] of philosophy.
[C] [G] The reality of suffering is more a fact before my eyes
than realities to be perceived only with the inner eye.
Well, the sun [C] is but a hole [G] up in the sky.
On the other [C] side where life comes through, if [G] you've a mind, too, you can fly.
[C] [G]
And I say, well then, well, how do you [A] know my [G] name?
But may my mother [Dm] [G] [Dm] be a [G] head.
Don't tempt me to wander in pastures of fantasy.
Troubled minds turn too easily their faces from reality.
Well,
[C] [G]
it's round, [C] [G] round the cycles [A] of [G] life.
With all its joy [C] and its bliss, it seems too [G] well I know the strife.
[C] [G]
Who [Em] cursed me [G] before I was born?
Who wished me misery as I lay at rest in the warmth of my mother's tender breast?
Well, life [C] is a constant [G]
journey, oh.
[C] [G]
And sometimes I think if [C] I could be back [G] where it [C] started, [G] I'd be where I'm going.
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C]
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C] [G]
[C] [G]
Well, life
[C] is a [G] constant journey, oh.
Sometimes I think if I [C] could be back where it [G] started, I'd be where I'm going.
[C] [G] I've no [C]
time for the fun [G] of philosophy.
[C] [G] The reality of suffering is more a fact before my eyes
than realities to be perceived only with the inner eye.
Well, the sun [C] is but a hole [G] up in the sky.
On the other [C] side where life comes through, if [G] you've a mind, too, you can fly.
[C] [G]
And I say, well then, well, how do you [A] know my [G] name?
But may my mother [Dm] [G] [Dm] be a [G] head.
Don't tempt me to wander in pastures of fantasy.
Troubled minds turn too easily their faces from reality.
Well,
[C] [G]
it's round, [C] [G] round the cycles [A] of [G] life.
With all its joy [C] and its bliss, it seems too [G] well I know the strife.
[C] [G]
Who [Em] cursed me [G] before I was born?
Who wished me misery as I lay at rest in the warmth of my mother's tender breast?
Well, life [C] is a constant [G]
journey, oh.
[C] [G]
And sometimes I think if [C] I could be back [G] where it [C] started, [G] I'd be where I'm going.
[C] [G] [C] [G]
[C]
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[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, life _
[C] is a [G] constant journey, oh. _ _
_ _ _ _ Sometimes I think if I [C] could be back where it [G] started, I'd be where I'm going.
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ I've no [C]
time for the fun [G] of philosophy. _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ The reality of suffering is more a fact before my _ _ eyes
_ _ than realities to be perceived only with the inner _ eye.
_ _ Well, the sun [C] is but a hole [G] up in the sky. _ _ _ _ _ _
On the other [C] side where life comes through, if [G] you've a mind, too, you can fly.
_ [C] _ [G] _
And I say, well then, well, how do you [A] know my [G] _ _ name?
But may my mother [Dm] _ _ _ [G] [Dm] be a [G] head. _ _ _ _ _ _
Don't tempt me to wander _ _ in pastures of fantasy. _
_ Troubled minds turn too easily their faces from reality.
_ Well, _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
it's round, _ [C] _ [G] round the cycles [A] of [G] life. _ _ _ _ _
With all its joy [C] and its bliss, it seems too [G] well I know the strife.
[C] _ [G] _ _
Who [Em] cursed me [G] before I was born?
Who wished me misery _ as I lay at rest in the warmth of my mother's tender breast?
_ _ _ Well, _ life [C] _ is a constant [G]
journey, oh.
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
And sometimes I think if [C] I could be back [G] where it [C] started, [G] I'd be where I'm going.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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[C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, life _
[C] is a [G] constant journey, oh. _ _
_ _ _ _ Sometimes I think if I [C] could be back where it [G] started, I'd be where I'm going.
_ [C] _ [G] _ _ I've no [C]
time for the fun [G] of philosophy. _ _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ The reality of suffering is more a fact before my _ _ eyes
_ _ than realities to be perceived only with the inner _ eye.
_ _ Well, the sun [C] is but a hole [G] up in the sky. _ _ _ _ _ _
On the other [C] side where life comes through, if [G] you've a mind, too, you can fly.
_ [C] _ [G] _
And I say, well then, well, how do you [A] know my [G] _ _ name?
But may my mother [Dm] _ _ _ [G] [Dm] be a [G] head. _ _ _ _ _ _
Don't tempt me to wander _ _ in pastures of fantasy. _
_ Troubled minds turn too easily their faces from reality.
_ Well, _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
it's round, _ [C] _ [G] round the cycles [A] of [G] life. _ _ _ _ _
With all its joy [C] and its bliss, it seems too [G] well I know the strife.
[C] _ [G] _ _
Who [Em] cursed me [G] before I was born?
Who wished me misery _ as I lay at rest in the warmth of my mother's tender breast?
_ _ _ Well, _ life [C] _ is a constant [G]
journey, oh.
_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _
And sometimes I think if [C] I could be back [G] where it [C] started, [G] I'd be where I'm going.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _
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