The Fleecing

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

     E           G#m            A                 E
And who shall I blame for this 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           B                E
I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe.

**intro**

B                           E       G#m
But I can't say it like I sing it.
                            C#m
And I can't sing it like I think it.
              A       Am      E      C#m
And I can't think it like I feel 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             A                E
And who shall I blame for this 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           B             A        Am
I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe it.
          G#m
And why I need it.
              A   F#m         B  Bsus4 B
And what the pharisees don't see.
               A          Am             G#m       C#m
And we'd have more drinks. We'd speak of so many things.
            F#m            B        Bsus4 E
But I don't know you, and you don't know me.