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Lather Chords

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Beautiful song penned and performed by Grace Slick.

Cm           Eb               Bb
Lather was thirty years old today,
      Gm         F         Eb
They took away all of his toys.
      Cm            Eb        Bb
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
           Gm                  F           Eb
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
             Gm        F           Ab            F
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
      Cm            Gm          F
His leather chair waits at the bank.

       Gm          F            Ab          F
And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
    Cm          Gm        F
Commanding his very own tank.
      Eb           F          Gm
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
    Eb        F           Gm
To lie about nude in the sand,
           Eb           F           Gm
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
        F                       Cm
And thrashing the air with his hands.

     C                     Bb
But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
      C           Bb        C
He produces the finest of sounds,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
   C          Bb             C        Cm    Ab   F
Snorting the best licks in town,
But that's all over...

  Cm        Eb           Bb
Lather was thirty years old today,
      Gm         F              Eb
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
     Cm          Eb             Eb
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
       Gm           F           Eb
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
          Gm      F       Ab      F
And the children call him fay-ay-mous,
          Cm      Gm    F
what the old men call insane,

     Gm    Gm           Ab       F
And some-times he's so nay-aym-less,
         Cm      Gm          F
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...

       Gm          F         Cm
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
       Gm          F         Cm      F       Cm 
And I should have let him go on...smiling...baby-wide.

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