Badfinger – Crimson Ship (Guitar)

A              E                F#m             E
My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune

A              E            F#
You came from nowhere in a song

A             E              F#m                     E
It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes

A          E                F#
Could only show me what was wrong

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship

F#                    A  E
He never left me his number

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship

F#                     A     E     F#
Then he was gone and I wondered

A             E               F#m            E
Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill?

A           E                 F#
Why did the old man wash his hands?

A            E                F#m         E
Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill?

A             E              F#
And blew the trumpet in the van, a-an 

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship

F#                    A  E
He never left me his number

H                         E
He took me flying on his crimson ship

F#                     A     E     F#
Then he was gone and I wondered

A  E    H  F#
Oh-oh, oh-oh

A                E              F#m           E
When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon

A         E               F#
A father lost his mother's son

A                E              F#m            E
And though they knew the resurrection would be soon

A               E                F#
The time was spent, they carried on, o-on

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship

F#                    A  E
He never left me his number

H                         E
He took me flying on his crimson ship

F#                      A  E     F# H
Then he was gone and I wondered

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Wondered Wondered Wondered . . . . .