by James Taylor
| Intro |
| C | A# | F | C | C | G | A# |
| C | Gm | F | C | Csus2 | C |
| Just yesterday | morning they let me | know you were | gone |
| G | A# | |
| Susanne the | plans they made put an | end to you |
| C | Gm | F | C | Csus2 | C | |
| I | walked out this | morning and I | wrote down this | song |
| G | A# | A# | F | |
| I just can't re | member who to | send it to |
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| C | Gm | |
| Won't you | look down upon me, | Jesus |
| F | C | Csus2 | C | |
| You've got to | help me make a | stand |
| G | A# | |
| You've just got to | see me through a | nother day |
| C | Gm | F | C | Csus2 | C |
| My body's | aching and my | time is at | hand |
| G | A# | A# | F | |
| And I won't | make it any | other way |
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| C | Gm | F | C | Csus2 | C | |
| Been | walking my mind to an | easy time, my | back turned towards the | sun |
| G | A# | |
| Lord knows when the | cold wind blows it'll | turn your head around |
| C | Gm | F | C | Csus2 | C | |
| Well, there's | hours of time on the | telephone line to | talk about things to | com | e |
| G | A# | A# | F | |
| Sweet dreams and | flying machines in | pieces on the ground |
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| Outro |
| A# | Gm | C | |
| Thought I'd | see you one more | time a | gain |
| A# | Gm | C | |
| There's just a | few things coming my | way this time a | round, now |
| A# | Gm | C | |
| Thought I'd | see you, thought I'd | see you fire and | rain, now . . . |