Capo at 2nd, transpose +2,(or leave like this to sing with baritones!)
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(for the main riff "R1" - see the other tabs - this will give you the timing for
the vocals with the chord changes at beginning and end...)
R1
R1 Bb C D R2
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
R1 Bb C D R2
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, aqualung
R1 Bb C D R2
Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run, aqualung
R1 Bb C D R2
Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck, Whoa, aqualung
Em D A Am Em D Dsus2 D
Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely, taking time the only way he knows
Em D A Am Em D Dsus2 D
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Em D A Am Em D Dsus2 D
Feeling alone, the army's up the road, salvation al-a-mode and a cup of tea
Em D A Am Em D Dsus2 D
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy, you poor old sod you see it's only me
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Em D Em
Do you still remember, December's foggy freeze?
Em D Em
When the ice that clings on to your beard, was screaming agony
Em D A
And you snatch your rattling last breathes, with deep-sea-diver-sounds
Am Em D Dsus2 D
And the flowers bloomed like madness in the spring
Em D A Am Em D Dsus2 D
Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely, taking time the only way he knows
Em D A Am Em D Dsus2 D
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Em D A Am Em D Dsus2 D
Feeling alone, the army's up the road, salvation al-a-mode and a cup of tea
Em D A Am Em D
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy, you poor old sod you see it's only me
R1 Bb C D R2
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
R1 Bb C D R2
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, aqualung
R1 Bb C D R2
Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run, aqualung
R1 Bb C D R2
Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck, whoa, aqualung
