Ready To Move On

| F | A# | F | A# | | F | F | F | F | Part 1 F A# F A# I’m tired to the bone and I want to be left alone. F A# F A# Let my memberships expire, read Don Quixote by the fire. F A# F A# Now, there’s a man apart, indeed, perched upon his stalwart steed, F A# F A# fighting windmills with a stick and his friends all think he’s sick. Part 2 F A# You know there’ll come a day when none of this will matter F A# it will all be so much mindless chatter. F A# And we won’t look at each other and scoff F A# the day we turn the TV off. Part 3 F A# No right, no wrong, no weak, no strong, F A# no black, no white, no dark, no light. F A# No in, no out, no faith, no doubt, F A# no red, no green, no fat, no lean. F A# No hope, no fear, no week, no year, F A# no rich, no poor, no less, no more. Part 4 F A#/F No round, no flat, no this, no that, F A#/F no war, no hate, no church, no state. F A#/F No prejudice, no edifice, no evidence, just common sense, F A# no character fault, no pillar of salt, no point of attack, no knife in your back. Part 5 F A# F A# I’m ready, I’m ready, F A#* C** I’m ready to move on. | F | A# | F | A# | | F | A# | F | A#* C** | | F | A# | F | A# | | F | A# | F | A#* C** |