Jethro Tull – Wind-Up (Ukulele)

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
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.

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.

G    	 	 A             D    	  Bm    	 G
Well you can excomMunicate me on my way to Sunday school

G              		 A              	 	Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines --

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.

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

G               	D           		F#
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
So I left there in the morning

Bm
With their God tucked underneath my arm --

G              D                            F#
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.

G    	 	 A             	D      	Bm    	 G
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#
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     G
Well you can excomMunicate me on my way to Sunday school

G               A              		 Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines --

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.