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From: MR KEN L REYNOLDS [LTWU46B@prodigy.com]
Sent: Tuesday, December 30, 1997 7:00 PM
song: Tangled Up Puppet
artist: Harry Chapin
album: Harry Chapin Gold Collection
transcribed: Ken Reynolds
Enjoy the following Harry Chapin tune.
Tangled Up Puppet
Harry Chapin (klr)
capo 5th fret
I?m a tangle up puppet spinning round in knots
And the more I see of what used to be, the less of you I
got
There was a time that you curled up in my lap like a
child
You?d cling to me [G/f#] smiling your [G/e] eyes wide and
wild
Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing [G/e]
hello
Twist away , and toss a kiss, laughing as you go
You used to say, ?Read me a story, and sing me songs
of love?
For you were Princess [G/f#] Paradise, on the [G/e] wings of a
dove
Now I chase you and tease you trying to remake you my
own
But you just turn away and say, ?Please leave me
alone.?
And I?m a tangled up puppet, all hanging in your
strings
I?m a butterfly in a spider?s web, fluttering my
wings
And the more that I keep dancing, and spinning
?round in knots
The more I see what used to be and the less of you I
got
You are a drawer full of make-up and rinses and
things
You keep changing your [G/f#] moods like your [G/e] earrings and
rings
But tonight while we played tag for five minutes in the
yard
Well, just for a moment, I caught you off guard
And I?m a tangled up puppet all hanging in your
strings;
I?m a butterfly in a spider?s web, fluttering my
wings
And the more that I keep dancing, and spinning
?round in knots,
The more I see what used to be and the less of you I
got
But for now you write your secret poems in a
room just for your dreams
You don?t find time to talk to me about the things you
mean. . .
What I mean is
I have watched you takes shape from a jumble of
parts
And find the grace and [G/f#] form of a [G/e] fine work of
art
Hey, you, my brand new woman, newly come into your
own,
Don?t you know that you don?t need to grow up all
alone
I hope you all enjoyed that one.
Ken Reynolds
( ltwu46b@prodigy.com )