Jefferson Airplane – Lather chords ver. 2

Beautiful song penned and performed by Grace Slick.

Cm Eb BbLather was thirty years old today,
Gm F EbThey took away all of his toys.
Cm Eb BbHis mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
Gm F EbAbout his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
Gm F Ab FThere was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
Cm Gm FHis leather chair waits at the bank.
Gm F Ab FAnd Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Cm Gm FCommanding his very own tank.
Eb F GmBut Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
Eb F GmTo lie about nude in the sand,
Eb F GmDrawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
F CmAnd thrashing the air with his hands.
C BbBut wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
C Bb CHe produces the finest of sounds,
BbPutting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
C Bb C Cm Ab FSnorting the best licks in town,
GBut that's all over...
Cm Eb BbLather was thirty years old today,
Gm F EbAnd Lather came foam from his tongue.
Cm Eb EbHe looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Gm F EbIs it true that I'm no longer young?
Gm F Ab FAnd the children call him fay-ay-mous,
Cm Gm Fwhat the old men call insane,
Gm Gm Ab FAnd some-times he's so nay-aym-less,
Cm Gm FThat he hardly knows which game to play...
CmWhich words to say...
Gm F CmAnd I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
Gm F Cm F Cm And I should have let him go
chords by COTH
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