Nathan La Franeer

Guitar chords transcribed by Sue McNamara  Printer-friendly version of this piece
Tuning: DGDGBD   "Joni" Tuning: D57543

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I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane
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And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet again
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The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror
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I read his name and it was plainly written Nathan La Franeer

I asked him would he hurry
But we crawled the canyons slowly
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Thru the buyers and the sellers
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Thru the burglar bells and the wishing wells
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With gangs and girly shows
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The ghostly garden grows

The cars and buses bustled thru the bedlam of the day
I looked thru window-glass at streets and Nathan
grumbled at the grey
I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons
The city grated thru chrome-plate
The clock struck slowly half-past-noon
Thru the tunnel tiled and turning
Into daylight once again I am escaping
Once again goodbye
To symphonies and dirty trees
With parks and plastic clothes
The ghostly garden grows

He asked me for a dollar more
He cursed me to my face
He hated everyone who paid to ride
And share his common space
I picked my bags up from the curb
And stumbled to the door
Another man reached out his hand
Another hand reached out for more
And I filled it full of silver
And I left the fingers counting
And the sky goes on forever
Without meter maids and peace parades

You feed it all your woes
The ghostly garden grows

© 1968 Siquomb Publishing Co.-BMI


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