David Bowie – Eight Line Poem (Ukulele)

D                      D
Tactful cactus by your window

D                          D
Survey the prairie of your room

D                   A
Mobile spins to its collision

B                               D
Clara puts her head between her paws

D                                D
They've opened shops down on the westside

D                         D
Will all the cacti find a home?

D                  B
But the key to the city

          D                 Asus4           D    D    D
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky  Oh...oh