The Doors – The Soft Parade (Guitar)

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[Intro] N.C. When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Am Am/G Am/F Am/E [Verse 1]
Am       Am/G  Am/F   Am/E
Can you give me sanctuary

Am       Am/G  Am/F    Am/E
I must find a place to hide

Am          Dm7  E7   Am
A place for me   to  hide
Am Am/G Am/F Am/E x2
Am       Am/G   Am/F   Am/E
Can you find me soft asylum

Am       Am/G  Am/F   Am/E
I can't make it   anymore

Am         Dm7  E7   Am
The Man is at  the  door
[Verse 2] Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 x2 Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Abmaj7
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
Peppermint,  miniskirts,     chocolate     candy
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Abmaj7
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
Champion  sax  and  a        girl    named    Sandy
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7 Abmaj7 [Solo] A#m7 B#7 G# Fm7 F# C# B#7
Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
There's only four ways to    get         unraveled

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7  Abmaj7
One  is  to sleep and the    other    is     travel,   da da

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7
One    is    a   bandit      up   in   the   hills

Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7 Am7 G#m7   Gm7 G#m7 Am7 A#m7
One   is   to  love   your   neighbor   'till
His wife gets home [Verse 3] C Dm7 Em7 F C F Em7 Dm7
C     Dm7     Em7     F
Catacombs,   nursery bones

C       F        Em7      Dm7
Winter women,   growing stones

C         Dm7   Em7  F         C  F  Em7  Dm7
Carrying babies   to the river

C            Dm7    Em7   F
Streets and shoes,  Avenues

C         F       Em7     Dm7
Letter writers,  Selling news
C Dm7 Em7 F C F Em7 Dm7
C          Dm7    Em
The monk  bought lunch
[Verse 4]
Em
Ha ha, he bought a little

Em
Yes, he did

Em
Woo!

Em
This is the best part of the trip

Em
This is the trip, the best part

Em
I really like

Em
What'd he say?

Em
Yeah!

Em
Yeah, right!

Em
Pretty good, huh

Em
Huh!

Em
Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number

Em
Successful hills are here to stay

A               Em
Everything must be this way

Em
Gentle streets where people play

A              Em
Welcome to the Soft Parade

A                Em
All our lives we sweat and save

B                Em
Building for a shallow grave

A                 Em
Must be something else we say

B            Em
Somehow to defend this place

A               Em
Everything must be this way

B               Em
Everything must be this way, yeah
[Solo] Em
Em
The Soft Parade has now begun

A             Em
Listen to the engines hum

Em
People out to have some fun

A              B
A cobra on my left

B              Em
Leopard on my right, yeah

Em
The deer woman in a silk dress

A                  Em
Girls with beads around their necks

Em
Kiss the hunter of the green vest

          A
Who has wrestled before

B                  Em
With lions in the night
[Outro]
Em
Out of sight!
The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals Left out in the yard But it's getting harder To describe Sailors To the underfed Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator? We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, come on Calling on the dogs Calling on the dogs Oh, it's getting harder, (Calling on the dogs) Calling in the dogs Calling all the dogs Calling on the gods You got to meet me, (Too late, baby) Slay a few animals At the crossroads, (Too late) All in the yard But it's getting harder, (By the crossroads) You got to meet me Oh, we're going, we're going great At the edge of town Tropic corridor Tropic treasure Having a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Something new Something else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun Tropic corridor Tropic treasure We're going to ride and have some fun When all else fails We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep And cry