Byrds - Lay down your weary tune

^GLay down your weary ^Ctune lay ^Gdown lay down the ^Emsong you ^Dstrum And rest you^Grself neath the strength of ^Cstrings no voice can ^Ghope ^Dto ^G hum ^GStruck by the sounds ^Cbefore the ^Gsun I knew the ^Emnight had ^Dcome The morning ^Gbreeze like a bugle b^Clew Against the ^Gdrums ^Dof ^Gdawn ^GLay down your weary ^Ctune lay ^Gdown lay down the ^Emsong you s^Dtrum And rest your^Gself neath the strength of ^Cstrings no voice can ^Ghope ^Dto ^G hum ^GThe ocean wild ^Clike an organ ^Gplayed The seaweed's ^Emwove it's s^Dtrands The crashin ^Gwaves like cymbals c^Clashed Against the ^Grocks ^Dand ^Gsands ^GLay down your weary ^Ctune lay ^Gdown lay down the ^Emsong you s^Dtrum And rest yours^Gelf neath the strength of ^Cstrings no voice can^G hope ^Dto ^G hum ^GThe last of leaves ^Cfell from the ^Gtrees And clung to a ^Emnew love's ^Dbreast The branches ^Gbare like a new ^Cbanjo To the winds that ^Glisten ^Dthe ^Gbest L^Gay down your weary ^Ctune lay ^Gdown lay down the ^Emsong you s^Dtrum And rest yours^Gelf neath the strength of ^Cstrings no voice can ^Ghope ^Dto ^G hum

When I'm ^Dout of ^Glove ^Ceverythings ^Ggoing so ^Dcraz^Gy ^{C G} It's ^Dyour sweet ^Glove that ^Cbrings me ^Garound you ^Damaze ^Gme^{C G} And when the ^Ddays drag ^Gon and o^Cn ^G And I ^Dfeel like ^Gall the ^Cgood times have ^Ggone And there's ^Dno one left ^Gon my ^Csid^Ge And ^Dno place to ^Ggo ^Cnowhere to ^Ghide ^AI might forget sometimes when ^Emmy world falls apart A Em

It's the ^Apart I know by ^Dhea^Emrt ^{G A D Em G A} When I'm ^Dholding ^Gyou ^CTroubles are ^Gso far behind ^Dme^{G C G} You know ^Dwhat to ^Gdo ^CYou'r always ^Gthere to rem^Dind ^Gme ^{C G} How to ^Dkeep this ^Glove ^Caliv^Ge While the ^Dworld is l^Gike a r^Coller coaster ^Gride ^DYou're still ^Ghanging ^Con ^G The ^Dhead grows ^Gweak but the ^Cheart is ^Gstrong ^AI might forget sometimes when ^Emmy world falls apart A Em

It's the ^Apart I know by ^Dhea^Emrt ^{G A D Em G A Em}Sometimes I don't know what to ^Afeel girl ^EmYou bring me back to what is ^Greal g^Airl

^AI might forget sometimes when ^Emmy world falls apart A Em

It's the ^Apart I know by ^Dhea^Emrt ^{G A D Em G A} From The Foster & Lloyd 1st CD 1987 MTM Music RCA Records