Chords for The Byrds - My Back Pages (1967)

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_ [C#m] Crimson flames [G#m] tied through my ears, [A] throwing [B] high and [E] mighty traps. _ _
_ _ [C#m] Countless [G#m] fire and flame enrobed, [A] using ideas as [B] my maps. _
[C#m] We'll meet our legend [G#m] soon, said I, [A] _ out in the heated [B] crowd. _
[E] I was so [A] much older [E] then, I'm younger [B] than [E] that now. _
_ _ _ _ Half [C#m]-right, [G#m] prejudiced, lead-poor, [A] ripped down [B] all [E] hate, I scream.
_ _ Lies [C#m] that [G#m] laugh is black and white, _ [A] spoke from my [B] skull, I dream.
_ _ [C#m] Romantic planks [G#m] of _ musketeers, [A] foundation [B] deep, somehow I [E] hover.
I was so [A] much older [E] then, I'm younger [B] [E] than that now. _ _ _ _ _
In a [C#m] soldier's stance [G#m] I aim my hand [A] at the [B] mongrel dogs [E] who teach. _
Fearing that [C#m] I'd become [G#m] my enemy, _ [A] in the instant that [B] I preach. _ _
[C#m] _ Sisters fled [G#m] by confusion boats, [A] mute me from [B] stirring to bow.
[E] I was so [A] much older [E] then, [A] I'm younger [E] than that _ _ _
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My [C#m] guard stood [G#m] hard when abstract threats, [A] too [B] noble, too [E] neglect. _ _ _
Deceived [C#m] me into [G#m] _ thinking [A] I had something to [B] protect. _ _
[C#m] Good and bad, [G#m] I define these terms, [A] quite clear, no [B] doubt, somehow _ [E] I hover.
I was so [A] much [E] older then, [A] I'm [B] younger than [E] that now. _ _
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