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Main riff:
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C# D# F D# F D# F F# C# D# C# F# E B D
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Gm F C
Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely
Cm Gm F
Taking time the only way he knows
Gm F C
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
Cm Gm F
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Gm F C
Feeling alone, the armies up the road
Cm Gm F
Salvation a-la-mode and a cup of tea
Gm F C
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
Cm Gm F
You poor old sod you see it's only me
Faster:
Gm F Gm
Do you still remember, Decembers foggy freeze?
Gm F Gm
When the ice that clings on to your beard, was screaming agony
Gm F C
And you snatch your rattling last breathes with deep-sea-diver-sounds
Cm Gm F
And the flowers bloomed like madness in the spring
Gm F C
Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely
Cm Gm F
Taking time the only way he knows
Gm F C
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
Cm Gm F
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Gm F C
Feeling alone, the armies up the road
Cm Gm F
Salvation a-la-mode and a cup of tea
Gm F C
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
Cm Gm F
You poor old sod you see it's only me
Guitar solo
verse 2:
C# D# F D# F D# F F# C# D# C# F# E B D
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
C# D# F D# F D# F F# C# D# C# F# E B D
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,.........hey Aqualung
C# D# F D# F D# F F# C# D# C# F# E B D
Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run,..............hey Aqualung
C# D# F D# F D# F F# C# D# C# F# E B D
Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck,.........oh Aqualung
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