Jimi Hendrix – Somewhere Over The Rainbow (Guitar)

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     I  see fingers                  hands and shades of faces.

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          Reachin up, but not quite touchin the promised land

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I see fingers, hands, and shades of faces,

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Reachin up, but not quite touchin the promised land,

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I hear pleas and prayers, and desperate whispers sayin,

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Oh lord, please give us a helping hand

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Way down in the background, I can see the frustrated souls of cities burnin,

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And on across the water, I can see weapons barkin out to stand down,

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And up in the clouds, I can imagine UFO’s chuckling to themselves, laughin they sayin,

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“Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess”

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Well, back at the saloon my tear mix in mildew with my drink,

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I can’t really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor,

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Far as I know, they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and sell me,

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Brothers help me, and don’t worry ‘bout lookin at the score.