Until The Grass Gets Greener

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     C*
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     C
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     F
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After each "Until the Grass gets 
greener on our side" and as an Intro
 Will picks a Riff,
he uses some Hammer-Ons and picking 
skills, but I think this is the 
basic pattern:


     C                   Am       
E|---0-0------0----3-3---0-----0--
B|---1-1------1----0-0---1-----1--
G|---x-x--------------------------
D|---2-2-----------------2--------
A|----------3----------------0----
E|-----------------3-3------------
  C*      F 
E|---0---0-0------0---| 
B|---0---1-1------1---| 
G|-------x-x--h2--x---| 
D|-------3-3------3---| 
A|--------------------| 
E|3-------------------| 

I took the Lyrics from a Comment 
(Salvatore Pisciotta) on Youtube, 
not sure about
every Line but most of it should be 
right:

    Am       C*    C      F
For twenty winters I was cold,
    Am     C*     C            F
and on my heart there settled snow.
     Am       C*   C       F
The darkest places I would roam,
  Am             C*     F      C
looking for a medicine for my soul.
     Am        C*        C    
My friends and I would chase the 
    F
stars,
     Am          C*     C        
and from those battles we're 
   F
still scarred.
      Am        C*    C        F
We'd feed ourselves from the tombs
          Am        C*      F 
and the dungeons 'neath the city 
    C
loom.
          Am   C*        C        
And I'd often pray as I roamed the 
 F
street
          Am    C*       C      F
that an angel might fall at my feet,
       Am   C*       C      F
that every time the morning came,
     Am       C*      F     C
a blanket of ice lay on my brain.
        Am       C*        C 
As the city burned in the rebel 
     F
scream,
          Am    C*   C        F
from my attic window I could dream,
       Am    C*        C      F
and I told myself to give it time,
           Am        C*     F    
'til the grass gets greener on 
   C
our side


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     Am    C*              C     
In early spring when the lambs 
          F
are still blind,
     Am     C*         C        F
I walked across this land of mine,
        Am        C*        C    
and the wheel as wild as a 
   F
foreign land,
    Am     C*         F     C
I took my first steps as a man.
      Am     C*       C        F
In a sleepy town, I stopped to rest
          Am         C*       C  
where the winds hit heavy along 
    F
the cliffs.
         Am      C*     C    
That's where I saw her standing 
    F
there
      Am        C*       F       
with big brown eyes and long 
   C
brown hair;
          Am        C*        C  
Where she looked at me with a 
     F
face so kind,
          Am         C*    
like I'd known her since the 
     C          F
beginning of time.
       Am     C*     C     F
And we fell into another tense,
             Am        C*        
where the machines of war don't 
F        C
make no sense;
           Am         C*          
where the money's as empty as the 
C           F
barrel of a gun;
          Am       C*     C   
where the winter never seemed to 
    F
come.
         Am        C*           
Well I don't need money when I've 
   C          F
got your eyes,
          Am        C*        C  
'til the grass gets greener on 
    F
our side.


         Am           C*    C     
Well I'd build you a house by the 
F
sea
         Am            C*         
with a blue and white door and an 
C     F
apple tree,
        Am           C*    
and from there we'll see the 
    C      F
summer's by,
    Am        C*        F       C
taking or leaving the world outside;
    Am            C*    C     F
as them politicians come and go,
           Am             C*      
and they'll build their empires 
  C      F
and their roads.
       Am       C*        C      F
We'll hide behind the rolling hills,
            Am       C*       F  
and they'll hide behind their 
    C
dollar bills,
          Am         C*    C     F
and they'll claim that they are law,
      Am              C*      
and all they've ever had's them 
  C       F
cannon balls,
           Am      C*        C   
which they fire through the 
    F
setting sun.
     Am           C*       F     
The sun doesn't care what they 
    C
have done.
       Am         C*        C    
We'll bury the ground beneath our
   F
 feet,
        Am          C*          C
for our blue and white door and 
       F
our apple tree,
        Am        C*         C   
and I'll take care of your 
   F
worried mind
          Am       C*        F   
until the grass gets greener on 
    C
our side


     Am      C*       C       F
And if our grass stays golden brown,
        Am        C*    C   
from the shadows cast upon the 
   F
ground,
  Am      C*          C          
buy me a brush and a tin of green 
F
dye,
      Am            C*      F    
and I'll paint the grass 'neath 
         C
the Autumn sky.
  Am               C*       C    
And if a stranger rests between 
    F
our hearts,
   Am         C*     C       F
if death should ever do us part,
 Am              C*     C    F
and our molecules turn into dust,
Am         C*        F       C
we'll travel through this universe,
     Am        C*     C      F
and in a thousand trillion years,
    Am        C*         C   
on a fire of planet through the 
          F
stratosphere,
    Am         C*        C       
where you and I will be together 
   F
again,
         Am           C*        F
because love doesn't care about 
         C
time and space.
      Am          C*       C     F
But instead of humans, we will be
   Am         C*        C       
two little rocks on a windswept 
F
beach,
    Am         C*      C          
and we'll sit there for the rest of 
 F
time
         Am       C*        F    
'til the grass gets greener on 
   C
our side.