Ron Sexsmith – Radio (Guitar)

G7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill.

                                            C
They’ve picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.

G7
The shameless and the appalling/have sunk things to a new low,

                                  C
What has become of the world that we used to know?

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Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,

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Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world..

              C
…was the radio

G7
Time was when people could move you/with just a voice and a song.

                                        C
I wish all those hacks would go back to where they belong

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The daydream had to make way for/the nightmare that was to be,

                                    C
Where grace and beauty are hung and buried at sea.

        F       G      C                   F        G      C
Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,

             F        G         Am                    G7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world …

              C
…was the radio

    Em                               Am7
And even though the writing’s on the wall (wall)

     Em                              Am7
It's through rose-coloured glasses I recall (recall) 

     D          C      B        A 
That golden age of the ordinary day...

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Did I dream it? What I mean is, I could’ve swore it had a soul,

             F         G        Am                    G7
Mhmm I could hear it, sat right near it/ Back when my whole world …

               C
…was the radio, whoa-oh-oh-oh.

G7
The clowns are running the circus/the show is run of the mill

                                         C
They picked all the berries that grew on Blueberry Hill.