David Bowie – Eight Line Poem (Guitar)

C                      F
Tactful cactus by your window

C                          F
Survey the prairie of your room

C                   D
Mobile spins to its collision

E                               F
Clara puts her head between her paws

C                                F
They've opened shops down on the westside

C                         F
Will all the cacti find a home?

C                  E
But the key to the city

          F                 Dsus4           G    F    C
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky  Oh...oh