E     G       A
I see fingers, hands, and shades of faces,
E        G                A
Reachin up, but not quite touchin the promised land,
E      G                  A
I hear pleas and prayers, and desperate whispers sayin,
E
Oh lord, please give us a helping hand
(all harmonics on twelfth, let ring)

E               G                         A
Way down in the background, I can see the frustrated souls of cities burnin,
E                 G                A
And on across the water, I can see weapons barkin out to stand down,
E                     G                                            A
And up in the clouds, I can imagine UFO’s chuckling to themselves, laughin they sayin,
E
“Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess”


      E                G                A
Well, back at the saloon my tear mix in mildew with my drink,
E              G                     A
I can’t really tell my feet from the sawdust on the floor,
E        G                          A
Far as I know, they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and sell me,
E                G                      A
Brothers help me, and don’t worry ‘bout lookin at the score.