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King Of Birds Tab

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KING OF BIRDS

Original chords by: ?
Corrections from: the-concourse-on-high


{Play the "D" chord like this:   xx0235
And play around with it, like descending on that high E string (frets->5,3,2)
through one line of verse.}


Intro :  D

D
A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone
A mean idea to call my own
Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
                                                    G
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me cold.
F#                            A                        D
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly

D
Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song
Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on
(Old don't lay so still you're not yet young)
                                    G
Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold
F#                            A                         B
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away
E         B                        E         -->  D
away... awaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyieeeeeee


D
I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice
Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young
There's time to teach, point to point
Point observation, children carry reservations
                                     G
Standing on the shoulders of giants, leaves me cold
F#                            A                     D
A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly away.
D
Everybody hit the ground.  Everybody hit the ground.

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