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Wounded Bird

Graham Nash
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Chords in this song

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 I've watched  you go through changes  that no man  should face alone
 Take  to heel or tame  the horse the choice  is still your own
 But arm  yourself against  the pain a wounded  bird can give
 And in  the end remember  it's with you  you have to live
 And in  the end remember  it's with you  you have to live
 Stand  your ground I think  you've got the guts  it takes to win
 But you  must learn to turn  the key before  she'll let you in
 And understand  the problems  of the girl  you want so near
 Or you'll wear  the coat of questions  till the answer  hat is here
 You'll wear  the coat of questions  till the answer  hat is here
 Serenade  your angel  with a love  song from your eyes
 Grow  a little taller  even though  your age defies
 Feel  a little smaller  and in stature  you will rise
 A hobo  or a poet  must kill dragons  for a bride
 And humble  pie is always  hard to swallow  with your pride

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Readable chord sheet for Wounded Bird by Graham Nash

I've w[E]atched you go through c[A6add9]hanges that no [E/D#]man should face [A6add9]alone

T[E]ake to heel or t[A6add9]ame the horse the c[E/D#]hoice is still your o[A6add9]wn

But a[E]rm yourself a[A6add9]gainst the pain a [E/D#]wounded bird can [A6add9]give

And i[E]n the end rem[A6add9]ember it's with y[E/D#]ou you have to li[A6add9]ve

And i[E]n the end rem[A6add9]ember it's with y[E/D#]ou you have to li[E]ve

[E] [A6add9] [E/D#] [A6add9]

St[E]and your ground I [A6add9]think you've got the [E/D#]guts it takes to [A6add9]win

But y[E]ou must learn to t[A6add9]urn the key bef[E/D#]ore she'll let you i[A6add9]n

And u[E]nderstand the p[A6add9]roblems of the g[E/D#]irl you want so [A6add9]near

Or you'll w[E]ear the coat of [A6add9]questions till the a[E/D#]nswer hat is [A6add9]here

You'll w[E]ear the coat of [A6add9]questions till the [E/D#]answer hat is [E]here

[E] [A6add9] [E/D#] [A6add9]

S[E]erenade your [A6add9]angel with a [E/D#]love song from your [A6add9]eyes

G[E]row a little t[A6add9]aller even t[E/D#]hough your age de[A6add9]fies

F[E]eel a little s[A6add9]maller and in s[E/D#]tature you will r[A6add9]ise

A h[E]obo or a [A6add9]poet must kill dr[E/D#]agons for a br[A6add9]ide

And h[E]umble pie is [A6add9]always hard to sw[E/D#]allow with your pr[E]ide

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