Joni Mitchell – The Jungle Line (Guitar)

F#                G#m         C#m  C
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths

D                        G#m
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz

A                            D#
Through I-bars and girders, through wires and pipes

D                               G#m
The mathematic circuits of the modern nights

B                              C
Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews

A                                  D#        B
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine

E                                           A#
Through Europe and the deep, deep heart of Dixie blue

D                                  G#m
Through savage progress cuts the jungle line

F#                       G#m         C#m  C
In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer

D                                  G#m
Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear

A                            D#
Those cannibals of shuck and jive

D                                    G#m
They'll eat a working girl like her alive

B                                 C
With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand

A                               D#        B
He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines

E                                        A#
And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band

D                          G#m
He hangs it up above the jungle line

F#                           G#m  C#m  C
The jungle line, the jungle line

D                          G#m
Screaming in a ritual of sound and time

A                          D#
Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind

D                                      G#m
And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in

B                               C
Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke

A                D#        B
Coy and bitchy, wild and fine

E                                     A#
And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats

D                             G#m
Charging, chanting down the jungle line

F#                           G#m        C#m  C
There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb

D                             G#m
There's a poppy snake in a dressing room

A                      D#
Poppy poison, poppy tourniquet

D                                G#m
It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit

B                    C
And metal skin and ivory birds

A                   D#        B
Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines

E                                A#
They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge

D                                    G#m
Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line