Little Bird
The WeepiesVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Sometimes it's hard to say even one thing true
When all eyes have turned aside
They used to talk to you
And people on the street seem to disapprove
So you keep moving away
And forget what you wanted to say
Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said, say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me I'm golden
Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie
Nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind
We are all buildings and people inside
Never know who'll walk through the door
Is it someone that you've met before?
Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said, say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me I'm golden
I know what I know
A wind in the trees
And a road that goes winding under
From here I see rain, I hear thunder
Somewhere there's sun, and you don't need a reason
Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on
Quiet weekends, holidays, you come undone
Open your window and look upon
All the kinds of alive you can be
Be still, be light, believe me
Little bird, little bird
Brush your gray wings on my head
Say what you said, say it again
They tell me I'm crazy
But you told me I'm golden
I'm golden
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Readable chord sheet for Little Bird by The Weepies
[Am]Sometimes it's hard to say even[G] one thing true When all eyes have turned aside T[F#]hey used to talk to you And p[F]eople on the street[E7sus4] seem to di[E7]sapprove So y[Am]ou keep mo[G]ving away [F#] And forge[F]t what you wanted to s[E7sus4]ay [E7] [F]Little bird, little[E7sus4] bird [E7] [Am]Brush your gr[G]ay wings on my h[F#]ead Say what you[F] said, s[E7sus4]ay it aga[E7]in They tell [Am]me I'm crazy[G] But you [F#]told me I'm [F]golden [E7sus4] [E7] Sometimes it's hard to tell the truth from a lie Nobody knows what's in the hold of your mind We are all buildings and people inside Never know who'll walk through the door Is it someone that you've met before? Little bird, little bird Brush your gray wings on my head Say what you said, say it again They tell me I'm crazy But you told me I'm golden I know what I know A wind in the trees And a road that goes winding under From here I see rain, I hear thunder Somewhere there's sun, and you don't need a reason Sometimes it's hard to find a way to keep on Quiet weekends, holidays, you come undone Open your window and look upon All the kinds of alive you can be Be still, be light, believe me Little bird, little bird Brush your gray wings on my head Say what you said, say it again They tell me I'm crazy But you told me I'm golden I'm golden