**INTRO (FIGURE IT OUT :)**
B A E B A
Deep green hills whose shoulders fade, into the gray tall wet grass.
E B A Am
Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep, whose fleecing makes a fool of me.
E G#m A E
And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?
F#m C#m
For every stupid struggle?
B
I don't know.
E G#m
I could buy you a drink.
C#m E
I could tell you all about it.
A G#m B E
I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe.
**intro**
B E G#m
But I can't say it like I sing it.
C#m
And I can't sing it like I think it.
A Am E C#m
And I can't think it like I feel it.
F# B A
And I don't feel a thing.
G#m B A
Oh no - I don't feel a thing.
E G#m A E
And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?
F#m G#m
For every stupid struggle?
B
I don't know.
E G#m
I could buy you a drink.
C#m E
I could tell you all about it.
F#m C#m B A Am
I could tell you why I doubt it, and why I still believe it.
G#m
And why I need it.
A F#m B Bsus4 B
And what the pharisees don't see.
A Am G#m C#m
And we'd have more drinks. We'd speak of so many things.
F#m B Bsus4 E
But I don't know you, and you don't know me.
