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[Intro]
Bb
So long
Bb     
So long
Bb
So long
Bb
So long

[Verse]
Bb
So long
    Ab         F#      Bbm
My old friend died that way:
    Eb             Ab    F#           Bbm       Eb
The accumulation of time and the passing of days
Ab                      F#
Though she dug in her heels
Bbm                    Eb
Drug her wheels in the clay

[Pre-Chorus]
Ab               C
She dotted her eyes;
              Gm                 Fm
Crossed the teasels in her leaning dray

[Chorus]
 Eb                    G
Where buzzards make circles
       Bb              D
(and tillers make hay):
    Eb        G       Bb       D
A dozen in kettle, comittee & wake;
       Eb            G 
Where wind made the dust
    Bb          D
And sin made the snake
  F          C
And mama made us
   Am       G
But what did I make?

[Verse]
                    F
And how was I to know
                  G      Am
Down in our old goldmine
                               G    F
Where you were the king of the radio
                       G      C
And I was the keeper of hi-fi
                             G     F
And I was the queen of the rodeo
(And everybody'd know,)
                              G       Am
And you were the keeper of the lions;
               F      
And we were gored, and abased
And adored, and erased
        C
All before our time?
           F   G   Am
It was before our time
             G    Am    G
So how was I to know?
       Bb     A
How was I to know
   Eb      
While tune hums
               Dm         Gm
And the hand strikes the gong
                A
And all of us plough our row
Eb
And the notes run
         Dm                                  Gm
Out of measure and out of time and landing wrong?
Bb            F         Am         Bb
The day is long, but not so long
         Ab   F#     Bbm             
My old friend died alone
     Eb           Ab        F#       Bbm
Save for the friends and family she had known
   Eb               Ab
Surrounding her bed
          F#          Bbm
None of whom in that room
              Eb
Could with certainty have said

[Pre-Chorus]
     Ab         C
“I've dotted my eyes
             Gm               Fm
Crossed the teasels in my leaning sled

[Chorus]
Eb                    G           Bb            D
Where buzzards make circles and tillers make hay:
   Eb            G
In windrow and bale
Bb               D
With tedder and rake;
Eb            G
Where Adam made ribs
 Bb             D
And cattle make steak.”
F                 C
(And the rattling nib writes
Am          G
“What did I make?”)

[Verse]
                 F
And how was I to know
                 G              Am
Seeing my seconds pass in a line
               G          F
If there was a way to reckon love
             G           C
Except as a symptom of time?
                  G          F
And honey, it stretched out below us     
Humming every note
               G         Am
From the lowest to the highest
                                 G       F
But even at the highest we were bored, and amazed
In accord, in a daze
                 C
All before our time
         G        F      G Am
It was before our time
            G    F   G Am  
So how was I to know?
       G    F      G  Am      
How was I to know
       G      F     G   Am
How was I to know
      G    F    A      
How was I to know
       Eb
While the day slows
        Dm            Gm
And the sun stares, stalling
     A           Eb    
Into the dimming barrel of night
           Dm           Gm
Where the stars are falling?

[Outro]
  Bb        F
I've got no say
     Am
But still
   Bb                  F#
I'm calling for my old friend
   Ab             Eb      Bbm
We sow and we reap, again
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