Chords for Chris Hillman & Roger McGuinn The Byrds Backstage San Francisco 1967

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Crimson [C#m] [G#m] flames tied through my years, [A] throwing [B] high and [E] mighty traps _ _
_ [C#m] Countless [G#m] fire and flame enrolled, [A] using ideas [B] as my maps _
[C#m] We'll meet our legend [G#m] soon, said I, [A] _
proudly [B] Peter Crow
_ [E] Ah, but I was so [A] much [E] older then, I'm [B] younger than [E] that now
Half _ _ _ _ [C#m]-right prejudice [G#m] _
_ leapfrogged, [A] ripped down [B] all hate [E] I _ _ screamed
Lies [C#m] that life [G#m] is black and white, [A] spoke from my skull [B] I dreamed
_ [C#m] Romantic planks [G#m] of _ musketeers, [A] foundation deep [B]
somehow
_ [E] Ah, but I was so [A] much older [E] then, [A] I'm younger [B] than [E] that now
_ _ _ _ _ In a [C#m] soldier's stance [G#m] I ate my ham, [A] at the [B] mongrel dogs [E] who teach
_ Fearing not [C#m] I'd become [G#m] my enemy, [A] in the instant that [B] I'd preach
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Pistons bled [G#m] like confusion boats, [A]
mutiny from [B] stern to bow
[E] Ah, but I was so [A] much older [E] then, [A] I'm younger [E] than that now
Ah, _
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[B] _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ [G#m] _
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_ _ _ [E] but I was so [A] much older [E] then, I'm younger than that now _ _ _ _ _
My [C#m] guard stood [G#m] hard when abstract threats, [A] too noble [B] to [E] neglect _ _
Deceived [C#m] me into [G#m] thinking, _ [A] I had something to [B] protect
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Good and bad, [G#m] I defined these terms, [A]
quite clear, no doubt, [B] _ somehow
Ah, [E] but I was so [A] much [E] older then, [A] I'm [B] younger than [E] that now _ _ _
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