JETHRO TULL - WIND UP
SUBMITTED BY: DAVID JONES
D            Em7             	D         	  F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school
  G            		 D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
And taught me how not to play the game,
D            Em7             D         	 F#
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
G             	D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
Or if they said that I was a fool.
D           	          Em7
So I left there in the morning
D                 		F#
With their God tucked underneath my arm --
G            	      D                 Asus4 Asus2 A A
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
D            Em7
So I asked this God a question
D                      F#
And by way of firm reply,
G             	            D              	 Asus4 Asus2 A
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
D            	Em7        	D         	  F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
G             	            D              	 Asus4 Asus2 A
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
D            Em7
I don't believe you:
D                		 F#
You had the whole damn thing all wrong --
G             	       D              	 Asus4 Asus2 A
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
G    	 	 A             D    	  Bm    	 G
Well you can excomMunicate me on my way to Sunday school
G              		 A              	 	Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
Bm
How do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
G              	D         	  F#
When that was just an accident of Birth.
Bm
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
G               D           		F#
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
Bm
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
G               	D           		F#
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
Bm
When I was young and they packed me off to school
  G               D           		F#
And taught me how not to play the game,
Bm
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
G                D           	F#
Or if they said that I was a fool.
Bm
So I left there in the morning
Bm
With their God tucked underneath my arm --
G              D                            F#
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
G    	 	 A             	D      	Bm    	 G
Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
G              		 A               	Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
D          Em7          D                 	F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school
 G             		D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
And taught me how not to play the game,
D            Em7       	D                 F#
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
G             	D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
Or if they said that I was a fool.
D          Em7      	D                 F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
 G             		D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
G    	 	 A            		 D	      Bm     G
Well you can excomMunicate me on my way to Sunday school
G               A              		 Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
D            Em7
I don't believe you:
D                		 F#
You had the whole damn thing all wrong --
G             D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

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