Capo 2nd Fret Intro: D A G Bm G A Bm G A D A G D A G You can't write a novel from a briefcase Bm G A You can write a poem from a trench Bm G A You can dream a dream from A___ to B D A G But you can't catch a bus from a bench You don't back a horse called Striding Snail You don't name your boat Titanic II So why when I see your happy smiling face Do I always end up singing Little Blue D G Little Blue, how do you do Em Your smile looks like heaven A D but your eyes hold a storm about to brew G Little Blue Em How can a flower so pretty A be so laden down with dew D Little Blue Bb Am How can a flower so beautiful Bb Am be so laden down with dew D Little Blue You can't build a brewery on a cemetery You can build a pub on a church And people fall quicker than buildings do You have to decide what comes first You don't call a plane the Flying Roman 'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew So why when I see your happy smiling face Do I always end up singing Little Blue Little Blue, how do you do Your smile looks like heaven but your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty be so laden down with dew Little Blue A G Bm G A D A G Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool Bm G A And Keats from the top of a hill Bm G A So I'm going to save my special song for you D A From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill Bb6 Am 'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled Bb6 Am On the horizon of your smile Bb6 Am When most think that you're holding back G A I know you're holding bile Little Blue, how do you do Your smile looks like heaven but your eyes hold a storm about to brew Little Blue How can a flower so pretty be so laden down with dew Little Blue How can a flower so beautiful be so laden down with dew Little Blue
