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Fat Old Sun
G When that fat old sun in the D sky is falling F Summer evening C birds are calling G Summer sunday and a D year F The sound of music C in my ears G Distant bells, D new mown grass F smells so sweetC G By the river D holding hands F Roll me up and C lay me down
C And if you see, don't Bm make a sound Am Pick your feet up G off the ground C And if you hear as the Bmwarm night falls AmiA silver sound from a Dmtongue so strange GmSing to me, Dmsing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evening birds are calling Children's laughter in my ears The last sunlight disappears And if you see, don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls A silver sound from a tongue so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling