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ODld Father timD6e checked, Dm7so there'd be no doubt;
Amaj7Called on the NF#morth wind C#m7 to come on oF#7ut,
ThAen cupped his hEands so prD9oudly to sB7hout,
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TrDees say they're D6tired, they'veDm7 born too much fruit;
Amaj7Charmed on the F#mwayside,C#m7 there's no dispF#7ute.
ANow shedding leEaves, they D9don't give a B7hoot --
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Then the Em7birds got togeA7ther to G/Bchirp about the weA7ather
DMmmm - G/Bmmm - A7mmm - mD6mm.
After F#m7makin' their deB7cision, in bF#m7irdie-like preB7cision,
E7Turned abFmout, and made a B7beeline to the sE7outh.
My hDolding you cD6lose reallyDm7 is no crime --
Ask the Amaj7birds and the F#mtrees anC#m7d old Father TF#7ime.
It's jAust to hEelp the mD9ercury cB7limb.
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(Instrumental Interlude - first 2 lines of verse)
AIt's jusEt to helpD9 the merB7cury climb.
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