written by Gene Clark

Intro: E  A  E  (x 2)

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Blackbird was in the field and the sun was getting dim
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The breeze running through the trees like an organ in a hymn
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Thoughts were suspended like a leaf out on a limb
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Fire was burning low and the winter coming in
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Now some music was playing in the background of the night
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Some friends from around came in and they all said things were high
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And we spoke of a stranger that we all met on the way
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Who said there was danger in those who watch out for their greed
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Now the summer is past the grain and the river getting high
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It's amazing a month can bring so many things that can get by
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The old ways were drowning to the new ones with a sigh
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It seems so incredible that sometimes I could cry.

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