Jethro Tull – Aqualung chords ver. 2

Capo at 2nd, transpose +2,(or leave like this to sing with baritones!)
ask if you want chord fingering help.

(for the main riff "R1" - see the other tabs - this will give you the timing for 
the vocals with the chord changes at beginning and end...)

 R1

 R1                    Bb C                       D         R2Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
 R1                         Bb   C              D                      R2Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, aqualung
 R1                   Bb C                      D           R2Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run, aqualung
 R1                    Bb   C                          D          R2Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck, Whoa, aqualung


Em             D                          A       Am             Em            D  Dsus2 DSun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely, taking time the only way he knows
Em           D                          A           Am               Em                D  Dsus2 DLeg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet
 Em       D                       A       Am           Em                D  Dsus2 DFeeling alone, the army's up the road, salvation al-a-mode and a cup of tea
Em          D                              A         Am               Em            D  Dsus2 DAqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy, you poor old sod you see it's only me


Em                   D                        Em Do you still remember, December's foggy freeze?  
         Em                  D                              Em When the ice that clings on to your beard, was screaming agony
         Em                   D                                   AAnd you snatch your rattling last breathes, with deep-sea-diver-sounds
          Am                  Em              D   Dsus2 DAnd the flowers bloomed like madness in the spring


Em                 D                            A Am             Em            D   Dsus2 DSun streaking cold, an old man wondering lonely, taking time the only way he knows
Em             D                               A    Am              Em                 D  Dsus2 DLeg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet

 Em          D                        A   Am          Em                 D  Dsus2 DFeeling alone, the army's up the road, salvation al-a-mode and a cup of tea
Em                 D                            A     Am              Em            DAqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy, you poor old sod you see it's only me


 R1                    Bb C                       D         R2Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
 R1                         Bb   C              D                      R2Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, aqualung
 R1                   Bb C                      D           R2Drying in the cold sun, watching as the frilly panties run, aqualung
 R1                    Bb   C                          D          R2Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck, whoa, aqualung