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 Dm7                   C 
Rowers gliding on the river 
 
  Dm7                          G 
Canadian geese crap along the bank 
 
 Dm7                               C     C/B  Am 
Back wheel of my bike begins to quiver 
 
      F        C                  G 
The chain is wrapped around the crank 
 
 
       Dm7                          C 
 
Old ladies, who must be doggie training 
 
 
 Dm7                                      G 
Walking, trowing balls, chasing all the sheep 
 
          Dm7                                C      C/B  Am 
While the farmer stands around and he's complaining 
 
         F        C             G 
His mad cows are being put to sleep 
 
D|0-2-3 F     C            G           Am        G 
 
I'm  a  Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul 
          
 
 Dm7                     C 
Smoke signals from the brewery 
 
      Dm7                               G 
Like someone in there found the latest pope 
 
             Dm7                              C    C/B  Am 
In a vat of beer that keeps pumping out with fury 
 
            F                   C              G 
While the church bell ringer's tangled in his rope 
 
 
    Dm7                   C 
 
But there's a temple on an island 
 
  Dm7                                  G 
I think of all the gods and what they feel 
 
             Dm7                       C       C/B  Am 
You can only find them in the deepest silence 
 
          F      C             G 
I got to get out of this big wheel 
 
 
D|0-2-3 F     C            G           Am        G  
I'm a Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul 
 
D|0-2-3 F     C            G           Am        G 
I'm a Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul 
 
 
                G                                     C 
And I'll be swimming until  I  can   find   those  waters 
 
 
G                                     C 
That, the one unbounded ocean of bliss 
 
G                                                      C 
That's flowing through your parents, sons and daughters 
 
G                                     C 
But still an easy thing for us to miss 
 
 
 Dm7                            C 
Blades go skimming through the water 
 
           Dm7                               G 
I hear the coxon shouting his instructions about 
 
           Dm7                        C     C/B  Am 
With this crew oh, it could be a tall order 
 
         F       C                        G 
Have we time to sort all of these things out? 
 
 
    Dm7                           C 
 
Sometimes my life it feels like  fiction 
 
 
            Dm7                       C 
Some of the days it's really quite serene        
 
              Dm7                       C        C/B  Am  
I'm a living proof of all life's contradictions 
 
             F              C                  G 
One half is going where the other half's just been 
 
 
D|0-2-3 F     C            G           Am        G 
I'm a Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul 

D|0-2-3 F     C            G           Am        G 
I'm a Pices Fish and the river runs through my soul 
 
D|0-2-3 F     C            G           Am        G 
Mmm...