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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Eyes of the World- Greatful Dead ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: $HovaCheese$ Email: Jsw20011@yahoo.com Tuning: Standard EADGBE ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Verse 1 E7 A Bm A Right outside this, Lazy summer home. E7 A E7 Bm A You ain't got time to call your, soul a critic, no. A C#m B A Right outside the lazy gate, of winter's summer home, C#m A D A Wonderin' where the nut thatch winters, wings a mile long E A E A C Just carried the bird away. Chorus G C G C Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world. G C G C C# The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own. D C G C Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings. G C D Bm A E7 The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own. Verse 2 E7 A E7 Bm A There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away. E7 A E7 Bm A There follows his wagon, behind him that's loaded with clay. [ Tab from: http://www.guitaretab.com/g/greatful-dead/160126.html ] A C#m B A The seeds that were silent, all burst into bloom and decay, E A E D C Night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day. Chorus G C G C Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world. G C G C C# The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own. D C G C Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings. G C D Bm A E7 The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own. Verse 3 E7 A E7 Bm A Sometimes we live no particular way but our own. E7 A E7 Bm A Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home. A C#m B A Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone, E A E D C Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own. Chorus G C G C Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world. G C G C C# The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own. D C G C Wake now discover that you are the song that the morning brings. G C D Bm A E7 The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own. |