One Crowded Hour Chords by Augie March

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Now should [A] you expect to see something [Bm] that you hadn't [C#m] seen in somebody you've [D] known since
you were 16?
[E] If love [F#m] is a boat from the blue, [D] then what is it but [A] a glorified screw [D] that doesn't hold [E] nothing together?
_ Far [A] from these nonsense [Bm] boys and their nowhere [C#m] music, it's making [D] me sick, and I know it's
making [E] you sick.
There's nothing [F#m] that's like [D] eating eggs, like drinking [A] gin with nothing else in, [D] and that
doesn't hold [E] me together.
_ _ [A] But for one, I [Bm] cried it out, you [C#m] were the only one [D] in the room.
_ [E] I sailed around [F#m] all those bumps in the [D] night, till you'd become [A] in the [C#] gloom.
I thought I'd [D] found my chord in [A] September, in the middle of that [F#m] part of June.
[A] But one [B] crowded hour [D]
would lead to [E] my [A] wrecked moon.
I know you like your boys, who take [Bm] their medicine [A] from [C#m] the bowl of eggs [D] instead of
the spoon, [E] who'd run away with the [A] dish [F#m] and scared [D] fish by the silvery light [A] of the moon,
[C#] who'd talk from the [D] wounds, believe through the [A] tune that it's boys they're bleeding.
[F#m] I say, [A] is it pleasure payment [Bm] for them, bitter [D] than red for them, not [E] for the [A] likes of me?
They're [D] not for likes of you [E] and _ _ me.
[A] But for one, [Bm] I cried it out, you [A] were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] I sailed [F#m] around all those bumps in the [D] night, till you'd become [A] in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I'd [D] found my chord in [A] September, in the middle of that [F#m] part of June.
[A] But one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead [E] to my [A] wrecked moon.
Oh, [E] but the green-eyed harp in [C#m] all this strong [Bm] light, [A] _ _ [E] she takes into [C#m] her [Bm] my _ [A] hands.
And [F#m] she says, boy, I know [B] you're lying.
_ [C#m] [Bm] Oh, but [E] they're so mad, until they stop [A] saying, well. _
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[E] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [D] _ _
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[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] [A] Now, put me in a cage [Bm] full of limes, I love to [A] speak in line.
[D] In fact, I know the [E] language well.
[F#m] I picked it up while [D] I was versing myself [A] in the language.
They'd [Bm] pick it up, [C#m] and I decided to skip [D] it.
Wait, baby, [E] they took it [F#m] away.
It was love and dismay, [D] and they erased it [A] to be lady.
[D] Now, she can't give up now.
[E] Shut up.
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[Bm] Cried it out, you [A] were the [C#m] only one [D] in the room.
[E]
I said, I [F#m] know those poems [D] tonight, until you'd become [A] in the gloom.
[C#] I thought I'd [D] found my chord in [A] September, in the middle of [F#m] that part of June.
[A] But one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead to [E] my [A] wrecked moon.
Yes, and one [Bm] crowded hour, you [A] were the only [D] one in the room.
[E] I'm glad [F#m] you took those poems to the [D] night.
In fact, I played this [A] very tune.
[C#] You said, what is this [D] thing that gets to me?
[A] But I had a [F#m] little to lose.
[A] And one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead to [E] my wrecked [A] moon.
Yes, and one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead [E] to my [A] wrecked moon.
Yes, and one [Bm] crowded hour [D] would lead to [E] my [A] wrecked moon. _ _ _
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