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The World Is A Wonderful Place

  • Автор: Thompson Richard
  • Текст песни:
    #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
    #This file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the #
    #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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    From: phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Phillip Charles Saunders)
    Date: Sun, 27 Mar 1994 00:52:04 EST
    X-Mailer: Mail User’s Shell (7.2.2 3/2/90)
    To: jamesb@nevada.edu
    Subject: t/thompson.richard/The.World.Is.A.Wonderful.Place.crd
    
    The World is a Wonderful Place
    Richard Thompson
    
    I strongly suspect this is played with a capo on the second fret, which leads to some weird chord forms.  
    by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu  Corrections or comments welcomed.
    
    Intro:
    Fm F#m Fm F#m
    
    Fm                       F#m
    Lovers pair off and they fall into bed
    F#m               B            C#m    C#m/B
    The same old lies trip off the tongue
      G#m        A                D           Bm
    A few lonely hearts stand and prop up the room
        G        C
    the night is young
    
    
    Envy the bodies asleep on the floor
    Dreaming some comfortable dream
    And envy the drunk as he falls through the door
    For the world is drunk I see
    
    Chorus
    C#m
    You live and you die
    B
    there’s no reason why
    A              G#m       C#m
    The world is a wonderful place
    C#m
    The poor live in pain
    B
    They’re sick and insane
    A                  G#m       C#m
    Ah, the world is a wonderful place
    
    Bridge
    B                      C#m
    How does it feel to be nothing
    B                      A
    How does it feel to be small
       C#m                    G#m
    Oh hard on that pine, It’s the end of the line
        F#m            B         C#m
    Ah, the world is a wonderful place
    
    Another year older and nothing to show
    Is this what I grew up to be?
    Oh you birthday boy here’s a pat on the back
    YouUre a sight to see
    
    Am I just a clown like the fools gathered here
    Am I nothing special at all
    If this is called living, IUm folding my hand
    IUm sick of the same brick wall
    
    Chorus
    
    Bridge
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