Make Hay

Bb
So long
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So long
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So long
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So long

[Verse]
Bb
So long
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My old friend died that way:
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The accumulation of time and the 
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passing of days
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Though she dug in her heels
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Drug her wheels in the clay

[Pre-Chorus]
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She dotted her eyes;
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Crossed the teasels in her leaning 
Fm
dray

[Chorus]
 Eb                    G
Where buzzards make circles
       Bb              D
(and tillers make hay):
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A dozen in kettle, comittee & wake;
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Where wind made the dust
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And sin made the snake
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And mama made us
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But what did I make?

[Verse]
                    F
And how was I to know
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Down in our old goldmine
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Where you were the king of the 
 F
radio
                       G      C
And I was the keeper of hi-fi
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And I was the queen of the rodeo
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(And everybody'd know,)
And you were the keeper of the 
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lions;
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And we were gored, and abased
And adored, and erased
        C
All before our time?
           F   G   Am
It was before our time
             G    Am    G
So how was I to know?
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How was I to know
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While tune hums
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And the hand strikes the gong
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And all of us plough our row
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And the notes run
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Out of measure and out of time and 
          Gm
landing wrong?
Bb            F         Am       
The day is long, but not so long
  Bb

         Ab   F#     Bbm
My old friend died alone
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Save for the friends and family 
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she had known
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Surrounding her bed
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None of whom in that room
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Could with certainty have said

[Pre-Chorus]
     Ab         C
“I've dotted my eyes
             Gm               Fm
Crossed the teasels in my leaning 
sled

[Chorus]
Eb                    G      
Where buzzards make circles and 
     Bb            D
tillers make hay:
   Eb            G
In windrow and bale
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With tedder and rake;
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Where Adam made ribs
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And cattle make steak.”
F                 C
(And the rattling nib writes
Am          G
“What did I make?”)

[Verse]
                 F
And how was I to know
                 G              Am
Seeing my seconds pass in a line
               G          F
If there was a way to reckon love
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Except as a symptom of time?
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And honey, it stretched out below us
Humming every note
               G         Am
From the lowest to the highest
But even at the highest we were 
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bored, and amazed
In accord, in a daze
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All before our time
         G        F      G Am
It was before our time
            G    F   G Am
So how was I to know?
       G    F      G  Am
How was I to know
       G      F     G   Am
How was I to know
      G    F    A
How was I to know
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While the day slows
        Dm            Gm
And the sun stares, stalling
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Into the dimming barrel of night
           Dm           Gm
Where the stars are falling?

[Otro]
  Bb        F
I've got no say
     Am
But still
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I'm calling for my old friend
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We sow and we reap, again