The Mountain Goats – Whole Wide World (Guitar)

B                             E
The last of the repercussions died off real slow

B
And the sky was still

E
And the cold sun sank down beneath the snow

B             F#   E             B
I hung by my hand from the tree outside

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And I looked on the whole wide world

B
When the voices came quietly

E
I shut them down

B
When a tricky young southerly wind

E
Came at me with its high whistling sound

B                  F#
I turned around to face it

E                       B
With real arrogance burning inside

                   F#         B        B  E B E B
And I drank in the whole wide world