Jethro Tull – Wind-Up (Guitar)

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JETHRO TULL - WIND UP [Verse 1]
D          Em7            D                F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school

G                 D               Asus4 Asus2 A
And taught me how not to play the game

D        Em7          D              F#
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success

G               D            Asus4 Asus2 A
Or if they said that I was a fool
[Verse 2]
D                      Em7
So I left there in the morning

           D                        F#
With their God tucked underneath my arm

      G                 D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules

     D                Em7
So I asked this God a question

       D           F#
And by way of firm reply,

G                          D                    Asus4 Asus2 A
He said - I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
[Verse 3]
D               Em7             D          F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):

G                      D              Asus4 Asus2 A
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

D            Em7
I don't believe you:

D                                F#
You had the whole damn thing all wrong

G                      D                 Asus4 Asus2 A
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
[Bridge]
G                      A             D             Bm
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School

G                        A               Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
[Riff] F# A Bm x2 Bm [Chorus]
Bm
How do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son

G               D                 F#
When that was just an accident of birth

Bm
I'd rather look around me - compose a better song

G               D                       F#
'cos that's the honest measure of my worth

G                           A              D             Bm
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,

G                        A                 Bm
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear

Bm
When I was young and they packed me off to school

  G               D               F#
And taught me how not to play the game,

Bm
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,

G                D              F#
Or if they said that I was a fool

Bm                     A
So I left there in the morning

           D                        Bm
With their God tucked underneath my arm

G                       A               Bm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
[Riff] Bm [Bridge]
G                 A              D                 Bm
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School

G                A                       Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
D Em7 D F# G D Asus4 Asus2 A A [Verse 4]
D          Em7            D                F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school

    G             D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
And taught me how not to play the game,

D        Em7          D              F#
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,

G                    D       Asus4 Asus2 A A
Or if they said that I was a fool

D                Em7            D          F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):

  G                    D              Asus4 Asus2 A A
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

G                      A             D             Bm
Well,you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School

G                A                       Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
[Outro]
D            Em7
I don't believe you:

D                                F#
You had the whole damn thing all wrong

G             D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays