Simon And Garfunkel - Cloudy, аккорды песни для гитары

#----------------------------------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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#147
{title:Cloudy}
{st:Paul Simon}
Cl[
D
]oudy,
The sky is grey and white and clou[
G
]dy.
Sometimes I think it's hanging d[
D
]own[
F#7
] on m[
Ddim
]e.
I[
A
]t's hitch-hike a hundred m[
F#7
]iles.
I'm a [
A
]rag-a-muffin c[
Bm
]hild.
P[
E
]ointed finger, painted smile.
I le[
A
]ft my shadow waiting down the [
A7
]road for me a while.

Cl[
D
]oudy,
My thoughts are scattered and they're clou[
G
]dy.
They have no borders, [
D
]no b[
F#7
]oundar[
Ddim
]ies.
T[
A
]hey echo and they s[
F#7
]well,
From Tol[
A
]stoy to Tinker[
Bm
]bell,
D
[
E
]own from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got [
A
]some pictures in my pocket and a [
A7
]lot of time to kill.

Hey, Su[
D
]nshine--
I haven't seen you in a l[
G
]ong time.
Why don't you show your face and be[
D
]nd [
F#7
]my m[
Ddim
]ind?
Th[
A
]ese clouds stick to the s[
F#7
]ky,
Like a fl[
A
]oating question, [
Bm
]why?
A
[
E
]nd they linger there to die.
[
A
]They don't know where they're going, and my [
A7
]friend, neither do I.

Clo[
D
]udy, Cl[
G
]oudy, Clo[
D
]udy, [
G
]Cloudy.
#
# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz 
# 7 September 1992

#----------------------------------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. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
#147
{title:Cloudy}
{st:Paul Simon}
Cl[
D
]oudy,
The sky is grey and white and clou[
G
]dy.
Sometimes I think it's hanging d[
D
]own[
F#7
] on m[
Ddim
]e.
I[
A
]t's hitch-hike a hundred m[
F#7
]iles.
I'm a [
A
]rag-a-muffin c[
Bm
]hild.
P[
E
]ointed finger, painted smile.
I le[
A
]ft my shadow waiting down the [
A7
]road for me a while.

Cl[
D
]oudy,
My thoughts are scattered and they're clou[
G
]dy.
They have no borders, [
D
]no b[
F#7
]oundar[
Ddim
]ies.
T[
A
]hey echo and they s[
F#7
]well,
From Tol[
A
]stoy to Tinker[
Bm
]bell,
D
[
E
]own from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got [
A
]some pictures in my pocket and a [
A7
]lot of time to kill.

Hey, Su[
D
]nshine--
I haven't seen you in a l[
G
]ong time.
Why don't you show your face and be[
D
]nd [
F#7
]my m[
Ddim
]ind?
Th[
A
]ese clouds stick to the s[
F#7
]ky,
Like a fl[
A
]oating question, [
Bm
]why?
A
[
E
]nd they linger there to die.
[
A
]They don't know where they're going, and my [
A7
]friend, neither do I.

Clo[
D
]udy, Cl[
G
]oudy, Clo[
D
]udy, [
G
]Cloudy.
#
# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz 
# 7 September 1992