Capo 1

Intro:  C  F  C  C  F  F  C  C  Am F C Am F C  C  F  G  C

C                    F                    C
  I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane
F                                         C      C\B
  I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane
Am                       F       C
  What do you think this pain is God?
Am                 F            C    
  You think I'm uptight but I'm not
                                     F
It's just that, I look around for a whooping crane
               G    C
  and I can't find one.
C                      F                     C
So, I Think I'll look around for a drinking stream
F                                         C        C\B  
  I think I'll look around for a drinking stream
Am                        F        C
  They say you turned the water to wine
Am                         F          C
  And they must have been right this time because 
                       F                          G    C     C  C\B Am
  I look around for a drinking stream and I can't find one.

Am               F              C        CB   Am  
  Mighty red man painted ponies proud
Am               F              C  
  Fallen Eagle, feathers on the ground
          F             Am7       Dm     C         
  and the bullets they spin your dreams around
           F           Am7       Dm    C
  and they paint your face on a penny brown


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C                      F                     C
So, I think I'll look around for the yellow stones
F                                          C
  I think I'll look around for the yellow stones

Am                     F       C         C\B
  Set your eyes on the eagle's flight,
Am                                F         C
  Cause the, the eyes of God have lost their sight.  Because,
                                F                  G    C    C CB Am
  I look around for the yellow stones, but I can't find none.
Am               F              C        CB   Am  
  Mighty red man painted ponies proud
Am               F               C  
  Fallen Eagle, feathers on the ground
          F            Am7       Dm      C         
  and the bullets they spin your dreams around
           F           Am7       Dm     C
  and they paint your face on a penny brown

C                      F                    C
So, I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane
F                                          C     C\B
  I Think I'll look around for a whooping crane
Am                       F       C
  What do you think this pain is God?
Am                 F            C    
  You think I'm uptight but I'm not
                                     F
It's just that, I look around for a whooping crane
               G    C
  and I can't find one... End on C