Cloudy

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{title:Cloudy}

{st:Paul Simon}

Cl[[D]]oudy,

The sky is grey and white and clou[[G]]dy.

Sometimes I think it's hanging d[[D]]own[[F#7]] on m[[Ddim]]e.

I[[A]]t's hitch-hike a hundred m[[F#7]]iles.

I'm a [[A]]rag-a-muffin c[[Bm]]hild.

P[[E]]ointed finger, painted smile.

I le[[A]]ft my shadow waiting down the [[A7]]road for me a while.

Cl[[D]]oudy,

My thoughts are scattered and they're clou[[G]]dy.

They have no borders, [[D]]no b[[F#7]]oundar[[Ddim]]ies.

T[[A]]hey echo and they s[[F#7]]well,

From Tol[[A]]stoy to Tinker[[Bm]]bell,

Got [[A]]some pictures in my pocket and a [[A7]]lot of time to kill.

Hey, Su[[D]]nshine--

I haven't seen you in a l[[G]]ong time.

Why don't you show your face and be[[D]]nd [[F#7]]my m[[Ddim]]ind?

Th[[A]]ese clouds stick to the s[[F#7]]ky,

Like a fl[[A]]oating question, [[Bm]]why?

[[A]]They don't know where they're going, and my [[A7]]friend, neither do I.

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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives

# by Steve Putz

# 7 September 1992