The Fleecing

B            A                
Deep green hills whose shoulders 
     E             B              A
fade, into the gray tall wet grass.
                    E              
Whose flesh makes fools of grazing 
  B                     A         
sheep, whose fleecing makes a fool
     Am
 of me.

     E           G#m            A
And who shall I blame for this 
                 E
sweet and heavy trouble?
     F#m           C#m
For every stupid struggle?
          B
I don't know.
         E          G#m
I could buy you a drink.
         C#m           E
I could tell you all about it.
         A              G#m       
I could tell you why I doubt it, 
    B                E
and why I still believe.

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**intro**

B                           E    
But I can't say it like I sing 
   G#m
it.
                            C#m
And I can't sing it like I think it.
              A       Am      E  
And I can't think it like I feel 
    C#m
it.
     F#              B    A
And I don't feel a thing.
   G#m      B             A
Oh no - I don't feel a thing.

     E           G#m             
And who shall I blame for this 
A                E
sweet and heavy trouble?
     F#m            C#m
For every stupid struggle?
         B
I don't know.
         E         G#m
I could buy you a drink.
         C#m           E
I could tell you all about it.
         F#m            C#m       
I could tell you why I doubt it, 
    B             A        Am
and why I still believe it.
          G#m
And why I need it.
              A   F#m         B  
And what the pharisees don't see.
Bsus4 B

               A          Am  
And we'd have more drinks. We'd 
           G#m       C#m
speak of so many things.
            F#m            B      
But I don't know you, and you 
  Bsus4 E
don't know me.