Transitions

Bb A G Bb A G Bb A G Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun. Bb A G The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done. Bb A G Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun. Bb A G Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son. G And he says F G F G F G F Bb A G Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun. Bb A G The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done. Bb A G Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun. Bb A G Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son. G And he says F G F G F Bb A G Bb A G Bb A G Bb A G F F F F Bb A G Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun. Bb A G The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done. Bb A G Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun. Bb A G Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son. G And he says Bb A