Fool's Gold

Am        Dm   G      Am         F     G           Am
Somewhere in a market square The cobblestone still shine
Am     Dm     G        Am            F       G      Am
Glassy eyes behold the sight Through another cup of wine...
    C        G      C         G           Dm        F         E Esus4   E7
The one eyed jester skips and turns As he makes his way through the crowd
Am        Dm       G    Am     F      G      Am      Am
While the tavern's royalty try not to laugh aloud...

    Am     Dm     G     Am       F          G      Am
The jester does another spin And then falls to the floor
  Am      Dm       G         Am      F        G         Am
A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!" A plea for him to do more...
    C       G        C        G                Dm     F       E Esus4   E7
The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in A jester's shoes
      Am          Dm   G     Am           F           G       Am      Am
Cause when you've only Fools Gold, you've got nothing more to lose...

Dm  G         C  C/E     F      G      C
Who holds the riches The jester or the king?
  Dm       G         C     C/E         F7                      E7    E7
A fortress made from Fools Gold Or the tears that treasure can bring?

( Am Dm   G Am   F G   Am   Am   F G )
( E Am   F G   C   F G   E Am   F G   Am   Am )

Dm  G         C  C/E     F      G      C
Who holds the riches The jester or the king?
  Dm       G         C     C/E         F7                      E7    E7
A fortress made from Fools Gold Or the tears that treasure can bring?

    Am      Dm     G      Am         F             G      Am
The king he sits upon his throne The worlds weight on his chest
Am        Dm     G       Am          F      G       Am
When your mind begins to race you've got no time to rest
       C     G        C        G       Dm      F         E    Esus4   E7
"Where is my clown? I need him now, to take my troubles away..."
    Am   Dm   G      Am        F      G            Am
The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day...
    Am   Dm   G      Am        F      G            Am
The harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day...
      Am        Dm   G      Am         F      G           Am
While somewhere in a market square The cobblestones still shine...

( F Dm   C C/E    F G   Am   Am )