Tabbed by Andrew
  

Fools
(Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice)
>From "Fireball", 1971
intro 1:
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intro 2 (fingerpick):
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   (troughout)

I'm crying --   I'm dying

verse 1:
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D|------7(b9)--7(b9)--7---------7(b9)--7--------  ending with ---------
A|--(b9)--5/7---5/7---5-(b9)--(b9)--5/7---5-7-9\---              --7------
E|--7-----------------7---7-----------5-7\---              --5------

I can see what's wrong with me --  It's in my head
I can see what's gonna be --       As I lie in my bed
Man is not my brotherhood --       I am of the dead

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A|-----------------------------7--5-4-5-4h5p4------------------------
E|--5-4-5-6-7-8-(b9)10-7--7h10------------------5-7--10-10-(b9)9-0-----

                     I died as I lived as I loved and was born
                                           On some distant hill
                     The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
                                           Fools pass laughing still

verse 2:
There can be bad blood in all I can see --  It's in my brain
You don't know the pain I feel --           As I must live again
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but tears will leave a stain

They smile to themselves as they lay down my head
On some distant hill
The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye
Fools smile as they kill

Ritchie's solo, done with volume knob acrobatics, bit tricky:
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A|------------------------------------------------------------------
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A|----------0-----------4---2-----2---3---0---------3-0---2---------
E|------------------------------------------------------------------

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B|--5---7---5---7---5-------------------------------5---------------
G|--------7-------7-----7-6-----------4-6---7-6------76-4-----5-----
D|--------------------------7-----7-------4-----6-7-------7---------
A|------------------------------------------------------------------
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D|--------0-----2-0---------------2---4-5-7---0---------5-7---------
A|--2---3-----------2---0-------------------------------------------
E|----------3---------------3---------------------------------------

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D|--7-----------4---7-4-5-2-0-----0---2-----------------------------
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verse 3:
I got my own way to go and now I want -- To take your minds
I believe if you could see --            The blood between the lines
I believe that you could be --           A better kind

Please lead the way so the unborn can play
On some greener hill
Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains
Fools die laughing still
Henry Leyh