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From: schneider@pobox.com (Adam Schneider)

SWINGING ON HIS ARM (Mary Karlzen)
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[Pardon the weird formatting; Mary has a tendency to break her lines
 up in unusual ways, making it hard to type out chords...]

C          C            Bb            Bb
Drive the car down the dirt road, and back behind the barn
F  F  G        G               C        C
        Back where we used to hide, and run out on the fields
Bb            Bb                    F            F
  With those dogs fast on our heels;  I didn't know
G              G
   That those dogs would never bite
  F              G                F            G                D     D
(bite) Catching bugs back by the light, in the trees I see you hiding
          F      F
I see you hiding

C               F             G         G
  Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
C            F                   G               G
  To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
F      G                    D                      D
  Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
F             C                G    G
  Swinging on, swinging on his arm

And walk out to the prairie there, thinking we'd find God somewhere
But he was nowhere to be found
And climb up on a haystack, and have us a look around
Don't you know, not one tree broke the ground
And of all the things I miss, I can tell you, I can tell you
I can tell you this

Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, and I'd be

C  C  Bb  Bb  F  F  G  G
[instrumental]
C  C  Bb  Bb  F  F  G  G
[instrumental]

And of all the things I miss, I can tell you, I can tell you
I can tell you this

Well I'd give everything I own for a taste of yesterday
To hear my father calling out "Mary," well I know just what he'd say
Back to the farm, we'd be out to the fields (??), and I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, well I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, well I'd be
Swinging on, swinging on his arm, I'd be
[slowly:] Swinging on, swinging on his arm

Drive the car down the dirt road, and back behind the barn