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Timothy Hay ukulele

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Timothy Hay

Note: Some of the chord names are off a bit from the words, but if you listen to 
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         E                      E
On a cold December, just before dawn
       E                               E   A  (repeat)
As the sun said Hello! to the sky
The Mantis prayed while the Lamellicorn
Tunneled and rolled in a threadbare tie
While the Holland Lops in the Karakung Glades
Indignantly thump their feet and hop away
When they cut their noses on the sharp-tipped blades
(Which the grass doesn't mind in the least)
And there's a heat-pat waiting in the chicken-wire hutch
Where the does from the Netherlands stay
But that dry alfalfa don't taste like much
And we're tired of the timothy hay

E E E E A E (x2)
E E E D A
E E E E A

  E                             E
I touched her back, she was lying facedown
       E                                  D     A        E
As the dew turned to frost around her eyes,
              E               E
Me and Sister Margaret on the Pentagon lawn
     E                           E         A    E (repeat)
Arrested, our wrists in a plastic tie
While the rats by the tracks on these winter days
Seeking shelter from the cold make a nest
From the tracts of our various ways
They can save their immortal
 Bm
souls

Bm                 Cm                           
A                  D                           
Cm                 A
Oh no timothy hay, no more timothy hay, etc.

(repeat progression from the second stanza)
On a cold December, just after dusk
As the sun bids its cordial goodbyes,
We'll be split to pieces like an apple seed husk
To reveal the tree that's been hidden inside
Which sapling called in a tattered sarong
As the seeds from the Shepherd's Purse fell,
Broke the news to Mom,
We found a better Mom we call 'God,'
Which she took quite well
Singing, what a beautiful God there must be!

(End on E chord)

            
            
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