Aqualong (acoustic)

Main riff: e|--------------| B|--------------| G|--------------| D|--------------| A|-5-----3-4-3--| E|---3-6--------| e|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|-6--6--6---8--8--8---10-10-10-------------------------------------------------------| A|-4--4--4---6--6--6---8--8--8---6--8--6--8--9-------6--6--6--6-----9---9--7-----5~---| E|-----------------------------------------------9~--------------9------------7-------| verse 1: Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,.........hey Aqualung Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run,..............hey Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck,.........oh Aqualung Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Feeling alone, the armies up the road Salvation a-la-mode and a cup of tea Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod you see it's only me Faster: Do you still remember, Decembers foggy freeze? When the ice that clings on to your beard, was screaming agony And you snatch your rattling last breathes with deep-sea-diver-sounds And the flowers bloomed like madness in the spring Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Feeling alone, the armies up the road Salvation a-la-mode and a cup of tea Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod you see it's only me Guitar solo verse 2: Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,.........hey Aqualung Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run,..............hey Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck,.........oh Aqualung (end)