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Capo
on 3rd Fret
C
Am
Em
Crimson flames tied through my ears
F
G C
Rollin' high and mighty traps
C
Am Em
C
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
F Em
G
Using ideas as my maps
F
Am
G
C
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Am
F G
Proud 'neath heated brow.
C
Am C
Ah, but I was so much older then,
F
G
C G
I'm younger than that now.
C
Am Em
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
F
G
C
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
C
Am Em
Lies that life is black and white
F
G
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Am
Em
Romantic facts of musketeers
F
G
Foundationed deep, somehow.
C
Am Em
F
Ah, but I was so much older then,
G
C
I'm younger than that now.
C
Am
Em
Girls' faces formed the forward path
F
G C
From phony jealousy
C
Am Em C
To memorizing politics
F
Em G
Of ancient history
F
Am
G
C
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Am
F G
Unthought of, though, somehow.
C
F C
Ah, but I was so much older then,
G
C
I'm younger than that now.
C
Am
Em
A self-ordained professor's tongue
F
G C
Too serious to fool
C
Am Em C
Spouted out that liberty
F
Em G
Is just equality in school
F
Am
G C
"Equality," I spoke the word
Am
F G
As if a wedding vow.
C
Am
Ah, but I was so much older then,
F
G
C
I'm younger than that now.
C
Am Em
In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
F
G C
At the mongrel dogs who teach
C
Am Em
C
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
F Em
G
In the instant that I preach
Am
F
C
My existence led by confusion boats
Am
Em G
Mutiny from stern to bow.
C
Am
F C
Ah, but I was so much older then,
G
C
I'm younger than that now.
C
Am
Em
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
F
G C
Too noble to neglect
C
Am Em C
Deceived me into thinking
F Em
G
I had something to protect
Am
F C
Good and bad, I define these terms
Am
Em
G
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
C
Am
F C
Ah, but I was so much older then,
G
C
I'm younger than that now.
Copyright © 1964; renewed 1992 Special Rider Music
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