The OLGA Archive | s | Paul.Simon
Navigation of archive: Olga
Select the letter referring to the band's name or the artist's last name.
Cloudy.chopro
Download{title:Cloudy} {st:Paul Simon} Cl[D]oudy, The sky is grey and white and clou[G]dy. Sometimes I think it's hanging d[D]own[F#7] on m[Ddim]e. I[A]t's hitch-hike a hundred m[F#7]iles. I'm a [A]rag-a-muffin c[Bm]hild. P[E]ointed finger, painted smile. I le[A]ft my shadow waiting down the [A7]road for me a while. Cl[D]oudy, My thoughts are scattered and they're clou[G]dy. They have no borders, [D]no b[F#7]oundar[Ddim]ies. T[A]hey echo and they s[F#7]well, From Tol[A]stoy to Tinker[Bm]bell, D[E]own from Berkeley to Carmel. Got [A]some pictures in my pocket and a [A7]lot of time to kill. Hey, Su[D]nshine-- I haven't seen you in a l[G]ong time. Why don't you show your face and be[D]nd [F#7]my m[Ddim]ind? Th[A]ese clouds stick to the s[F#7]ky, Like a fl[A]oating question, [Bm]why? A[E]nd they linger there to die. [A]They don't know where they're going, and my [A7]friend, neither do I. Clo[D]udy, Cl[G]oudy, Clo[D]udy, [G]Cloudy.