Graham Nash

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D} My head is hanging ^Dmaj7 heavy with the t ^D7 houghts of him in ^G mind
Tis' ^G sacrilege for ^F#m us to take ad... ^G vantage of the blind ^A
D So tell before you ^Dmaj7 come to me from ^D7 out of yonder ^G skies
A ^G man's a man who ^F#m looks a man ^G right be ^A tween the ^D eyes
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And the ^D pain that we could ^Dmaj7 bring to him I d ^D7 on't think he could b ^G eat
Please d ^G on't ask me h ^F#m ow I know I've ^G just been up that ^A street
And ^D all the people l ^Dmaj7 iving there have been si ^D7 lenced by their own lie ^G s
A ^G man's a man who ^F#m looks a man ^G right be ^A tween the ^D eyes
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D} Na na na na ^Dmaj7 na na ^D7 na na na na na ^{G G} na na na na ^F#m na na n ^G a na na na na ^A
D Na na na na ^Dmaj7 na na ^D7 na na na na na ^{G G} na na na na ^F#m na na n ^G a na na na na ^A
And ^D talking from ex ^Dmaj7 perience I ^D7 know how he would ^G feel
^G Waking up and ^F#m finding that his o ^G ne love wasn't re ^A al
But the ^D age of truth will s ^Dmaj7 oon appear Aq ^D7 uarius arri ^G ves
A ^G man's a man who ^F#m looks a man ri ^G ght betw ^A een the ey ^D es
^D Na na na na ^Dmaj7 na na ^D7 na na na na na ^{G G} na na na na ^F#m na na n ^G a na na na na ^A