C F Em DmC F Em DmC F CC F CC F C F C I dreamt of being horses in shackles of goldC Am Bb F And the men that were young then are now terribly oldC F C The graveyard was creaking with too many bonesC Am Bb F While the bishop was praying his cassock was soldC F C Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverseC Am Bb F Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearseC F C I weep for the rebels conventional waysC Am Bb F For he loses his mind while the devious stayC G By the wayC F Em If the world saluted youDm G Dm Well what would you do if you could be thereG Well would you still take me Would you take me anywhereC F Em If the world saluted youDm F Dm Well what would you say when things were downDm G Would you still want me Would you want me aroundC F Em Dm CC F CC F C So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambsC Am Bb F Your minds have been whipped by experienced handsC F C I wish we were children I'd welcome the changeDm Bb F And the mind of an old man you can't rearrangeG Ain't it strangeC F Em If the world saluted youDm C Bm Dm Well what would you do if you could be thereG Would you stillEm G Would you still take me anywhereC F Em If the world saluted youDm F Dm What would you say when things were downG Would you still want me Would you still want me aroundC F Em Dm OOooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!C F Em DmC F Em DmC F Em Dm (fade out)
Backsliding Fearlessly
Mott The Hoople
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