Тональность: F major•
Verse 1
F
While my father smoked his pipe
C
F
and my mother knitted things
I wasn't always into seeing things,
Bb
F
it took me quite a while
C
To travel till I cherished every mile
F
I remember asking questions
Bb
F
early in the game
While my father smoked his pipe
C
F
and my mother knitted things
And my brother took a liking
F
And my sister let some
Bb
C
Then leave her with a young 'un
F
Bb
And a lot of shattered dreams
F
While my father smoked his pipe
C
F
And my mother knitted things
Bb
C
And the factories pumped their poison
F
Bb
And the people prayed for peace
Verse 2
Bb
While their sons and daughters
Searched for new relief
C
Verse 3
Bb
C
And the workers paid the taxes
Verse 4
F
Bb
And the salaries of the king
Verse 5
F
While my father smoked his pipe
Verse 6
C
F
And my mother knitted things
G
Verse 7
And the reason for believin'
Verse 8
C
G
slowly through the change
Verse 9
that laws were made to rearrange
D
Verse 10
C
D
There were cycles within cycles
G
C
And the gifts the poets sprang
G
While my father smoked his pipe
D
G
And my mother knitted things
C
D
And a million marching men or more
G
C
Kept moving through the maze
To the beat of just one
D
drummer in those days.
C
D
And so very few would ever learn
G
C
to hear the songs we sing.
G
While their fathers smoked their pipes
D
G
and their mothers knitted things.
Yes, my father smoked his pipe
D
C
G
And my mother knitted things
G
I wasn't always into seeing things
C
It took me quite a while
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