Lake Song taby ukulele według The Decemberists (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro: G

Am
Down by the lake
We were overturning pebbles
                                  G
And upending all the animals alight
Am
And I took a drag
From your cigarette and pinched it
'Tween my finger and my thumb
          G
Till it died
        Am                     G
And the sun burned low on the radio
Am
Say that you will
Say you will or will you won't
Or you whatever you prevaricate
            G
Your whole life, don't you?
Am
This much I can say:
I would've waited till the oceans
Fell Away and all the sunken cities
                 G
Would reveal themselves to you
         Am
But you won't, will you?
              G
Because you never do
        Am
And the sun burned through
               G
Sweet as honeydew
    Em
And I
D                         C
Seventeen and terminally fey
 Bm                              Am
I wrote it down and threw it all away
                               C
Never gave a thought to what I'd paid
    Em
And you
D                             C
Sibylline, reclining in your pew
Bm                             Am
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
                                C
The things you would and wouldn't do
                                 G
To tell the truth I never had a clue

Am   G

Am
Now we arise
To curse those young suburban villains
                                          G
And their ill-begotten children from the lawn
Am
Come to me now
And on this station wagon window
Set the ghost of your two footprints
                 G
That they might haunt me when you're gone
             Am
And when the light broke dawn
          G
You were forever gone
        Am
But I remember you, you were full
                              G
You were full and sweet as honeydew
   Em
And I
D                        C
Seventeen and terminally fey
Bm                            Am
I wrote it down and threw it all away
                           C
And never gave a thought to what I paid
     Em        D                         C
And you all sibylline, reclining in your pew
Bm                                  Am
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
                                  C
The things you would and wouldn't do
                               G
You noticed how I never had a clue
Never had a clue
You were full and sweet as honeydew
You were full and sweet as honeydew