Intro Bbm

BbmI'm (x13321@1)tired of saying
       AbThat (xx1114@1)I won't get lost ever again
         F# (244322@1)       BbmWho (x13321@1)knows, maybe I will

And everywhere I go

There I'll be
       AbWith (xx1114@1)a rusty old rake in a pile of leaves
     F# (244322@1)            BbmOh (x13321@1)my, truly daunting

F#But (244322@1)my blue eyes
        BbmCannot (x13321@1)see
           F# (244322@1)                  BbmThat (x13321@1)their real hue is probably green
              F# (244322@1)             AbI (xx1114@1)should keep records of these things
         F# (244322@1)      Ab (xx1114@1)       BbmAnd (x13321@1)I'll know what yesterdays bring

I'm, I'm not really sure
        Ab (xx1114@1)                       
But I'm starting to think that I've been here before
    F#Who (244322@1)knows
        BbmMaybe (x13321@1)I have

And everywhere I went
                   AbThere (xx1114@1)I was with a choir of bees

They were all a buzz
F# (244322@1)       BbmOh (x13321@1)my, how amusing

But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring

But...
Bbm (x13321@1)                    AbOne (xx1114@1)time, there was this one time
             F# (244322@1)              BbmWhen (x13321@1)I swore God, she spoke to me
        Bbm (x13321@1)               AbAnd (xx1114@1)she told me, oh yes she told me
           F# (244322@1)                 BbmOf (x13321@1)all the wonder that she could bring

And I said,
Bb,                          Ab (xx1114@1)                          F# (244322@1)          
Won't you, won't you fill me up with it, won't you fill me up with it,

Won't you fill me
Bbm (x13321@1)                        Ab (xx1114@1)                              F#Won't (244322@1)you, won't you fill me up with it, why don't you fill me up with it,

Why don't you fill me
Bbm (x13321@1)                        Ab (xx1114@1)                             F#Won't (244322@1)you, won't you fill me up with it, why do't you fill me up with it,
                     BbmAb F#Bbm
Why don't you fill me

But my blue eyes
Cannot see
That their real hue is probably green
I should keep records of these things
And I'll know what yesterdays bring
I am always here with me
And I'll know what yesterdays bring