4 + 20 by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young transcribed by Phil Mitchell notes: This is an alternate transcription based on the tab by Ben Chang. It allows you to play a fairly accurate version of the song without having to change your tuning as much (dropped D tuning). To play along with the Deja Vu recording, you'll want to put a CAPO ON THE FIRST FRET and move everything up a fret. As far as rythym, notes that have one dash between them are eighth-notes, two dashes are quarter notes (approximately). v = vibrato Intro: this, e--------5v------------3v-------2-------------------2------| B-------------7v------------5v----------3-----0---------3v-| G-----------------------------------------------2----------| D-----------------0-----------0-------------0-----0--------| A----------------------------------------------------------| D-----0-----0---0---0-----0-----0-----0---0---0------------| then this. e--5--------------3--------------2--------------------2------| B-----------7--------------5--------------3-----0---------3v-| G-------------------------------------------------2----------| D-----0-0-----0-0----0-0-----0-0----0-0-----0-0-----0--------| A------------------------------------------------------------| D--0------0-------0------0-------0------0-------0------------| Verse: keep going with this, e--5--------------3--------------2--------------------2------| B-----------7--------------5--------------3-----0---------3v-| G-------------------------------------------------2----------| D-----0-0-----0-0----0-0-----0-0----0-0-----0-0-----0--------| x2 A------------------------------------------------------------| D--0------0-------0------0-------0------0-------0------------| then: e-------------------------------8v----8v----8v------| B-1--------1-----0--------0--------10v--10v---10v---| G----2-------2------2-------2-----------------------| x3 D------0-------0------0-------0------0-----------0--| A---------------------------------------------------| D-3------3-------5------5-------0-----------0-------| Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life, the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife. He was tired of bein' poor, and he wasn't into sellin' door to door, and he worked like the devil to be more. (intro) A different kind of poverty now upsets me so; night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know, why am I so alone? Where is my woman, can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone? (intro) Morning comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed. I see it is empty and there's devils in my head. I embrace the many-colored beast. I grow weary of the torment can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.