From: "Kitch" <rumpole@mortimer.com>
Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 00:46:13 GMT
"Dog and Butterfly"
Heart
Picking pattern-
A2
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Song........ 4 bars/line
A2 A
[intro]
A2 A2 E E
There I was with the old man, stranded again, so off I ran. A
A2 A2 E C#m7
you world crashing around me, no possibilities of getting what I need.
He
F#m7 B Bsus B B2 B
looked at me and smiled, said, "No, no, no, no, no
D E7 A2 A2
child. See the dog and butterfly, up in
the
E E G D2
air he like to fly." Dog & butterfly Be-
A2 A2 F#m C#m
low she had to try. She roll back down to the warm soft
ground
F#m B B D2
laughing, she don't know why, she don't know why,
D2 A2 A2 A2
Dog & butterly.
A A2 A2 E
Well, I stumbled upon your secret place. Safe in the
trees,
E A2 A2 E
you had tears on your face. Wrestling with ur desires, frozen strangers
C#m7 F#m7 B Bsus B
stealing your fires, the message hit my mind, only words that I
could
B2 B D E7 A2
find..... See the dog & butterfly
A2 E E G
up in the air he like to fly. Dog & butterfly
D2 A2 A2 F#m
below she had to try..... She roll back down to
the
C#m F#m B B
warm soft ground, laughing to the sky, up to the sky,
D2 D2 A2 A2
Dog & butterfly.
C#m F#m D2 A
We're getting older, the world's getting colder. For
D CMaj7 A A
the life of me, I don't know the reason why.
C#m F#m D2 A
Maybe it's livin' Ma- king us give in.
D CMaj7 A A
Hearts rolling in, taken back on to the tide. We're
D CMaj7 A A
balanced together, ocean upon the sky.
GMaj7 GMaj7 E7 E7
A2 A2 E E
Another night in this strange town, moonlight holding me light as down.
A2 A2 E C#m7
Voice of confusion inside of me, no begging to go back where I'm free.
F#m7 B Bsus B B2 B
Feels like I'm through, then the old man's words are true....
D E7 A2 A2
See the dog & butterfly, up in the
E E G D2
air, he like to fly. Dog & butterly, be-
A2 A2 F#m C#m
low she had to try. She roll back down to the warms soft
ground
F#m B B B
with a little tear in her eye, she had to try,
B D2 D2 A2
she had to try, Dog & butterfly.
A2 A2 A2 A2
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