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From: phillip@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Phillip Charles Saunders)
Date: Sun, 27 Mar 1994 00:52:04 EST
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Subject: t/thompson.richard/The.World.Is.A.Wonderful.Place.crd

The World is a Wonderful Place
Richard Thompson

I strongly suspect this is played with a capo on the second fret, which leads to some weird chord forms.  
by phillip@phoenix.princeton.edu  Corrections or comments welcomed.

Intro:
Fm F#m Fm F#m

Fm (133111@1)                     F#mLovers (244222@1)pair off and they fall into bed
F#m (244222@1)             B (x2444x@1)          C#m (x13321@4)  C#m/B
The same old lies trip off the tongue
  G#m (133111@4)      A (x02220@1)              D (xx0232@1)         BmA (x24432@1)few lonely hearts stand and prop up the room
    G (320003@1)      Cthe (x32010@1)night is young


Envy the bodies asleep on the floor
Dreaming some comfortable dream
And envy the drunk as he falls through the door
For the world is drunk I see

Chorus
C#mYou (x13321@4)live and you die
Bthere's (x2444x@1)no reason why
A (x02220@1)            G#m (133111@4)     C#mThe (x13321@4)world is a wonderful place
C#mThe (x13321@4)poor live in pain
BThey're (x2444x@1)sick and insane
A (x02220@1)                G#m (133111@4)     C#mAh, (x13321@4)the world is a wonderful place

Bridge
B (x2444x@1)                    C#mHow (x13321@4)does it feel to be nothing
B (x2444x@1)                    AHow (x02220@1)does it feel to be small
   C#m (x13321@4)                  G#mOh (133111@4)hard on that pine, It's the end of the line
    F#m (244222@1)          B (x2444x@1)       C#mAh, (x13321@4)the world is a wonderful place

Another year older and nothing to show
Is this what I grew up to be?
Oh you birthday boy here's a pat on the back
YouUre a sight to see

Am I just a clown like the fools gathered here
Am I nothing special at all
If this is called living, IUm folding my hand
IUm sick of the same brick wall

Chorus

Bridge