Fat Old Sun
G When that fat old sun in the D sky is falling
F Summer evening C birds are calling
G Summer sunday and a D year
F The sound of music C in my ears
G Distant bells, D new mown grass F smells so sweetCG By the river D holding hands
F Roll me up and C lay me down
C And if you see, don't Hmi make a sound
Ami Pick your feet up G off the ground
C And if you hear as the Hmiwarm night falls
AmiA silver sound from a Dmitongue so strange
GmiSing to me, Dmising to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
The last sunlight disappears
And if you see, don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
A silver sound from a tongue so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
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