Originally in D, I play in A capo 2
A6 |
A6 | Bm7 |
Day after day, a | lone on a hill |
A6 | Bm7 | |
The | man with foolish grin is keeping p | erfectly still |
Bm7 | E7 | |
But | nobody wants to | know him |
A6 | F#m7 | |
They can | see that he’s just a f | ool |
Bm7 | E7 | |
And | he never gives an ans | wer |
Am | Amaug | Am | Amaug | |
But the f | ool | on the | hill sees the | sun going down |
G7 | Am | Am7 | A6 | |
And the | eyes in his head see the wo | rld spinning rou | nd |
A6 | Bm7 |
Well on his way, his | head in a cloud |
A6 | Bm7 | |
The | man of a thousand voices talking | perfectly loud |
Bm7 | E7 | A6 | F#m7 | |
But | nobody ever | hears him, or the so | und he appears to m | ake |
Bm7 | E7 | |
And | he never seems to no | tice |
Am | Amaug | Am | Amaug | |
But the f | ool | on the | hill sees the | sun going down |
G7 | Am | Am7 | A6 | |
And the | eyes in his head see the wo | rld spinning rou | nd |
Solo if appropriate
A6 | A6 | Bm7 | Bm7 |
A6 | A6 | Bm7 | Bm7 |
Bm7 | E7 | |
And | nobody seems to | like him |
A6 | F#m7 | |
They can | tell what he wants to | do |
Bm7 | E7 | |
And | he never shows his | feelings |
Am | Amaug | Am | Amaug | |
But the f | ool | on the | hill sees the | sun going down |
G7 | Am | Am7 | |
And the | eyes in his head see the wo | rld spinning rou | nd |
A6 | Bm7 | A6 | Bm7 |
Oh | oh | ’round ‘round | ’round |
Bm7 | E7 | |
And | he never listens | to them |
A6 | F#m7 | |
He | knows that they’re the | fools |
Bm7 | E7 |
They don’t | like him |
Am | Amaug | Am | Amaug | |
But the f | ool | on the | hill sees the | sun going down |
G7 | Am | Am7 | |
And the | eyes in his head see the wo | rld spinning rou | nd |
A6 | Bm7 | A6 | Bm7 |
Oh | oh | ’round ‘round | ’round |