Bird on a Leash Horse Feathers
(Capo 5)
[Am]As crass as your mother, [F]keen to the chance,
You would [C]live by the seat of your [G]pants,
And you were [Am]taught you should have all [F]things you can take,
It's getting [C]caught that makes you a [G]thief.
By the skin of your [Am]teeth.
Am F C G x 2
It's [F]true you were [C]running for cover,
The [G]worst of the worst was not [Am]done,
You can't [F]find comfort in any [C]other,
[G]Set in your ways like the [Am]sun.
Not one [Am]tune had changed [F]like scattered leaves,
All her [C]clothes strung out on the [G]eves.
There's a [Am]reckoning that's coming to [F]make something right,
There's a [C]man here who's picking a [G]fight,
It's on like a ligh[Am]t. [F] [C]
No [G]future or history too [Am]bright.
[Am] [F] [C] [G]
It's [F]true you were [C]running for cover,
The [G]worst of the worst was not [Am]done,
You can't [F]find comfort in any [C]other,
[G]Set in your ways like the [Am]sun.
[F]Shee-[C]---ee's [G]worrying [Am]me,
[F]A bird on some [C]leash,
Flying [G]nowhere but dying to [Am]be.
Am F C G x 2
F C G Am x 2
[F]A bird on some [C]leash,
Flying [G]nowhere but dying to [Am]be.
[F]Caught by some [C]pride,
Only v[G]irtue will get you [Am]untied.
[F] [C] [G] [Am]
[F]A bird on some [C]leash,
Flying [G]nowhere but dying to [Am]be.
[F] [C] [G] [Am]
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