Third Week In The Chelsea(Chords)

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D G 4x (fingerpick) :D G Em D  D A G Em D  D G Em D  D A G Em 
Bm: 
D A G Em G D 
D G 4x 

D           G              Em           D 
Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind 
D            A      G               Em             D 
My hands are movin' faster than the movement of my mind 
D            G                 Em                          D 
Thoughts and generations of my dreams of my dreams are yet unborn 
D         A     G                  Em              Bm 
Hope that I can find them 'fore my movin' gets too worn 
D       A       G               Em      G      D 
If only I could live to see the dawning of the dawn 
D G 4x 
Repeat throughout song 

So we go on moving trying to make this image real 
Straining every nerve not knowing what we really feel 
Straining every nerve ending and everybody sees 
That what they read in the Rolling Stone has really come to be 
And trying to avoid a taste of that reality 

On an early New York mornin' a mirror in the hall 
Showed to me a face I didn't know at all 
Lines were drawn around a pair of eyes that opened wide 
When I looked into the mouth there was nothing left inside 
So I walked into the little room and whistled like a sigh 

As dawn light closed around me my head was still in gear 
Thinking thoughts of playing more and singing loud and clear 
Trying to reach a friend somewhere and make that person smile 
Maybe pull myself away from that old lonesome mile 
That often comes to haunt me in the morning 

Em                  Bm              A             D 
All my friends keep telling me that it would be a shame 
   D               Em                Bm           D 
To break up such a grand success and tear apart a name 
Em                Bm          A                D 
But all I know is what I feel whenever I'm not playin' 
Em              Bm                                  A 
Emptiness ain't where it's at and neither's feeling pain 

Well now what is going to happen now is anybody's guess 
If I can't spend my time with love I guess I need a rest 
Time is getting late now and the sun is getting low 
My body's getting tired of carryin' another's load 
And sunshine's waiting for me a little further down the road 
:outro: D G 4x D A G Em G D 
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Written by Jorma Kaukonen