Like Another Rolling Stone

Like Another Rolling Stone - Michael Marra
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[Intro]
Gb Db Ab

[Verse]
Fm7            Bbm7            Gb
Don't let your sail blow over, Don't let your ship go down
Fm7             Bbm7              Ebm                  Ab
Batten down the four leaf-clover, Tell yourself you're glory bound
Fm7                     Bbm7     Gb
Nevermind your needless moaning, remember how you come into town

[Chorus]
      Db                       Ebm           Ab
Not a comb nor a hammer, nor a feather nor a flight
      Db                         Ebm          Ab
Nor a whole nor a spanner, nor a fiddle nor a fife
      Db                         Db7                 Gb
Not a hand on your shoulder in a bitter and a biting cold
             Db                                 Ebm               Ab      Db    Bbm7   Gb  Ab
You could be out on the street and on your own, just like another rolling stone

[Verse]
Fm7            Bbm7             Gb
Don't let your heart get weary, Don't let your lip go down
Fm7           Bbm7               Ebm                  Ab
Pander to the bright and cheery, make the optimistic sound
Fm7               Bbm7                 Gb
When you feel the wind getting colder, remember how you come into town


[Chorus]
      Db                       Ebm           Ab
Not a comb nor a hammer, nor a feather nor a flight
      Db                         Ebm          Ab
Nor a whole nor a spanner, nor a fiddle nor a fife
      Db                         Db7                 Gb
Not a hand on your shoulder in a bitter and a biting cold
             Db                                 Ebm               Ab      Db    Bbm7   Gb  Ab
You could be out on the street and on your own, just like another rolling stone

[Verse]
Fm7            Bbm7            Gb
Don't let your tent blow over, don't let your lives go down
Fm7           Bbm7            Ebm                  Ab
Recognise the ruthless rover, try to make a joyful sound
Fm7                   Bbm7             Gb
And when you feel the best bit's over, remember how you come into town


[Chorus]
      Db                       Ebm           Ab
Not a comb nor a hammer, nor a feather nor a flight
      Db                         Ebm          Ab
Nor a whole nor a spanner, nor a fiddle nor a fife
      Db                         Db7                 Gb
Not a hand on your shoulder in a bitter and a biting cold
             Db                                 Ebm               Ab      Db     Ab
You could be out on the street and on your own, just like another rolling stone
             Db                                 Ebm               Ab      Db     Gb    Db
You could be out on the street and on your own, just like another rolling stone