Chords for Joni Mitchell - For The Roses

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Heard it in the wind last night, sounded like applause
[F] Did you get around resounding for [Bb] your way up here?
_ _ Seems like many dim years ago, since I heard that face to [Ebm] face
Or seen you face [F] to face through the night I can feel you here
_ [Bbm] I get these notes on butterflies and [C] lilac sprays
From girls who just have [G] to tell me [Ab] _ they [Bb] saw you [Ab] _ _ [Bb] somewhere
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In some office sits a poet and he trembles as he sings
[Ebm] And he asks some [F] guy to [Bb] circulate his soul around
_ On your marked red ribbon runner
The caressing rev of motors finely [F] tuned
Like fancy women in [Bb] thirties evening gowns
_ Up the [Bbm] charts, off to the [Bb] airport
Your name's in the news, everything's [Gm] first class
[G] The lights go down and [Ab] it's just you up [Bb] there _
Getting into feel like that _
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Remember the days when you used to sit and make up your tunes for [Ebm] love
And pour your simple sorrow [Bb] to the sound all you need
And now you're seen on giant screens and at parties for the press
[Ebm] And for people who have slices of you [Bb] from the company
_ They toss [Bbm] around your latest gold and [Bb] speculation
Well who's to [Cm] know if the next [G] one in the list _ _ [Bb] will _ [Ab] _ glitter [Bb] for them so
I _ _ _ _ _ _ guess I seem ungrateful with [Gm] my teeth sunk in the hand
[Ebm] That brings me things I really [Bb] can't give up just yet
_ _ Now I sit up here, the critic, and they introduce some band
[Ebm] But they seem so much confetti looking at all my MyTV sets
_ _ [Bbm] Oh the power and the glory, [Bb] just when you're getting a taste for worship
They [G] start bringing [Cm] out the [Ab] hammers _ [Bb] and the boards and [Ab] the [Bb] nails _ _ _ _
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_ Heard it in the wind last [F] night, sounded like [Ebm] applause
Chilling out in the summer, [Bb] no more shiny hot nights
_ This day our beauties rustling in the bumping of the logs
[F] And the moon swept down black [Ebm] water [Bb] like an empty _ spore of light _ _ _
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