Chords for Stephen Stills 4 and 20

Tempo:
76.35 bpm
Chords used:

Eb

Ebm

Ab

Gb

Bb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Stephen Stills 4 and 20 chords
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[Eb] Will I get to the end?
Yes.
Before you know it.
That's when I was free.
You have all the time you want.
Four and twenty years ago,
I come into this life,
The son of a woman and a man
Who lived in strife.
He [Ebm] was tired [Eb] of being poor,
And [Ebm] he worked [Ab] like the devil [Eb] to be more.
A different kind of poverty
Now upsets me so.
Night after sleepless night,
I walk the floor and I want to know
[Ebm] Why [Ab] am [Eb] I so alone?
[Gb] [Ab] Where is my woman?
[Eb] Can I bring her home?
[Gb] Have I driven her away?
[Ab] [Eb] Is she gone?
Morning comes, the sun rises,
And I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty,
And there's devils in my head.
I [Ebm] embrace the many [Eb]-colored beast.
I [Ebm] grow weary of the torment.
Can there be [Eb] no peace?
[Ebm] And I catch myself just [Eb] wishing
That my life would
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Eb
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Ebm
13421116
Ab
134211114
Gb
134211112
Bb
12341111
Eb
12341116
Ebm
13421116
Ab
134211114
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[Eb] _ Will I get to the end?
Yes.
Before you know it. _
That's when I was free.
You have all the time you want. _ _ _
_ _ Four and twenty years ago,
I come into this life,
The son of a woman and a man
Who lived in strife.
He [Ebm] was tired [Eb] of being poor,
And [Ebm] he worked [Ab] like the devil [Eb] to be more.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ A different kind of poverty
Now upsets me so.
_ Night after sleepless night,
I walk the floor and I want to know
[Ebm] Why [Ab] am [Eb] I so alone?
_ _ [Gb] [Ab] Where is my woman?
[Eb] Can I bring her home?
_ [Gb] Have I driven her away?
[Ab] [Eb] Is she gone? _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Morning comes, the sun rises,
And I'm driven to my bed.
I see that it is empty,
And there's devils in my head.
I [Ebm] embrace the many [Eb]-colored beast.
I [Ebm] grow weary of the torment.
Can there be [Eb] no peace?
[Ebm] And I catch myself just [Eb] wishing
That my life would

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