Crazy Dwarf - Roundabout

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couplet   |A          |G9     G   |A   D      |A   D      |
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refrein   |E          |G     D    |A          |A      A7  |
          |E          |G     D    |A          |A C  A     |
          |E          |G     D    |A          |A      A7  |
          |E          |G     D    |F          |F      G E |

tussen    |A          |G9     G   |A   D      |A   D      |
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couplet   |A          |G9     G   |A   D      |A   D      |
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refrein   |E          |G     D    |A          |A      A7  |
          |E          |G     D    |A          |A C  A     |
          |E          |G     D    |A          |A      A7  |
          |E          |G     D    |F          |F      G  E|

solo      |A          |G9     G   |A          |G9     G   |
          |A          |G9     G   |A          |G9     G   |
          |E          |G     D    |A          |A      A7  |
          |E          |G     D    |F          |F      G D |

refrein   |E          |G     D    |A          |A      A7  |
          |E          |G     D    |A          |A C  A     |
          |E          |G     D    |A          |A      A7  |
          |E          |G     D    |F          |F      G  E|

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I wasn’t even sperm in the sixties
still people called me a hippie in my twenties
maybe because I refused to join the army
or didn’t I fit in their confined reality?
sticking to ingenuousness
an early case of midlife mess

real close shaves and direct hits
all my dreams are smashed to bits
try to be what you expect
it’s only me I must neglect
controlling what I think and feel
both hands on the steering wheel
staying on the roundabout
empty tank only way out

it’s a hilly stretch on this side of the gorge
it’s ups and downs for miles from here to heaven’s porch
but no-one seems to know the right direction
I let them lead me in circles to stay in action
chummy type to the bone
rather wrong than being alone

real close shaves and direct hits
all my dreams are smashed to bits
try to be what you expect
it’s only me I must neglect
controlling what I think and feel
both hands on the steering wheel
staying on the roundabout
empty tank only way out

real close shaves and direct hits
all my dreams are smashed to bits
try to be what you expect
it’s only me I must neglect
controlling what I think and feel
both hands on the steering wheel
staying on the roundabout
empty tank only way out

 
copyright Gideon Hekkenberg