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Capo 7
[Verse]
D
A daydream spills from my corked head
Em
Breaks free of my wooden neck
G
Left a nod over sleeping waves
D
Like bobbing bait for bathing cod
Em
Floating flocks of candled swans
G
Slowly drift across wax ponds
[Chorus]
D Em
The men all played along
G
To marching drums
D
And boy did they have fun
Em A
Behind the sea
D
They sang
Em
So our matching legs
G
Are marching clocks
D Em
And we're all too small
A
To talk to God
D Em
Yes, we're all too smart
A
To talk to God
[Verse]
D
Toast the fine folks casting silver crumbs
Em
To us from the dock
G
Jinxed things ringing as they leak
D
Through tiny cracks in the boardwalk
Em
Scarecrow, now it's time to hatch
G
Sprouting sons and ageless daughters
D C Am
That those watermelon smiles just can't ripen underwater
C Am
Just can't ripen underwater
[Chorus/Outro]
D Em
The men all played along
G
To marching drums
D
And boy did they have fun
Em A
Behind the sea
D
They sang
Em
So our matching legs
G
Are marching clocks
D Em
And we're all too small
A
To talk to God
D Em
Yes, we're all too smart
A
To talk to God
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