4 Plus 20 Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Bluesy

1611
0:00 1:58
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: D
Capo:
Case 1
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
| Eb Fm7/Eb | Eb Cm/Eb |

[Verse 1]
Eb              Fm7/Eb
Four and Twenty years ago
  Eb             Cm/Eb
I come into this life,
  Eb       Fm7/Eb
A Son of a woman
         Eb                 Cm/Eb
And a man  who lived in strife   
            D#m/F# G#sus2
He was tired             of being poor.
Bbmadd11/Eb          D#m/F#   G#sus2
           But he wasn't into sel=ling door to door
Bbmadd11/Eb             D#m/F#         G#sus2           Bbmadd11/Eb
           And he worked      like a devil   to be more.

[Verse 2]
Eb Fm7/Eb Eb
Cm/Eb  Eb                Fm7/Eb  Eb              Cm/Eb
     A different kind of poverty now upsets me so
Eb               Fm7/Eb
Night after sleepless night
  Eb                 Cm/Eb
I walk the floor and want to know
D#m/F#   G#sus2        Bbmadd11/Eb
      Why      am I so alone?
D#m/F#            G#sus2       Bbmadd11/Eb
      Where is my woman, can I bring      her home?
     D#m/F#                G#sus2
Have I     driven her away?
       Bbmadd11/Eb
Is she go

[Bridge]
| Eb Fm7/Eb | Eb Cm/Eb |

[Verse 3]
Eb                   Fm7/Eb
ne? Morning comes the
sunrise,
    Eb              Cm/Eb
And I'm driven to my
Eb                    Fm7/Eb
  bed I see that it is
emp=ty
    Eb                  Cm/Eb
And there's devils in my     head.
D#m/F#     G#sus2            Bbmadd11/Eb
      I embrace the many colored        beast.
  D#m/F#                G#sus2
I grow  weary of the torment
             Bbmadd11/Eb
Can there be no         peace?
D#m/F#             G#sus2
      And I find myself just wishing that my
Bbmadd11/Eb
life       would simply cea

Mesures

[Intro]
| Eb Fm7/Eb | Eb Cm/Eb |

[Verse 1]
                                    | Eb     Fm7/Eb | Eb          Cm/Eb |
| Eb     Fm7/Eb | Eb          Cm/Eb | D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     |
| D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     | D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     |

Four and Twenty years ago
I come into this life,
A Son of a woman
And a man  who lived in strife
He was tired             of being poor.
But he wasn't into sel=ling door to door
And he worked      like a devil   to be more.

[Verse 2]
| Eb     Fm7/Eb | Eb          Cm/Eb | Eb     Fm7/Eb | Eb          Cm/Eb |
| Eb     Fm7/Eb | Eb          Cm/Eb | D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     |
| D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     | D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     |

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so
Night after sleepless night
I walk the floor and want to know
Why      am I so alone?
Where is my woman, can I bring      her home?
Have I     driven her away?
Is she go

[Bridge]
| Eb Fm7/Eb | Eb Cm/Eb |

[Verse 3]
                                    | Eb     Fm7/Eb | Eb          Cm/Eb |
| Eb     Fm7/Eb | Eb          Cm/Eb | D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     |
| D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     | D#m/F# G#sus2 | Bbmadd11/Eb -     |

ne? Morning comes the
sunrise,
And I'm driven to my
bed I see that it is
emp=ty
And there's devils in my     head.
I embrace the many colored        beast.
I grow  weary of the torment
Can there be no         peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my
life       would simply cea

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