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Graham Nash - Wounded Bird Lyrics




by Graham Nash



I've watched you go through changes

That no man should face alone

Take to heel or tame the horse

The choice is still your own

but arm yourself against the pain

A wounded bird can give

And in the end remember

It's with you you have to live

And in the end remember

It's with you you have to live

Stand your ground I think you've got

The guts it takes to win

But you must learn to turn the keys

Before she'll let you in

And understand the problems of the girl you want

so near or you'll wear the coat of questions `til the

answer hat is here

You'll wear the coat of questions `til the

answer hat is here

Serenade your angel with a love song from your eyes

Grow a little taller even though your age defies

Feel a little smaller

And in stature you will rise

A hobo or a poet must kill dragons for a bride;

And humble pie is always hard to swallow

with your pride





Acoustic Guitar & Vocals:Graham Nash
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by Graham Nash



I've watched you go through changes

That no man should face alone

Take to heel or tame the horse

The choice is still your own

but arm yourself against the pain

A wounded bird can give

And in the end remember

It's with you you have to live

And in the end remember

It's with you you have to live

Stand your ground I think you've got

The guts it takes to win

But you must learn to turn the keys

Before she'll let you in

And understand the problems of the girl you want

so near or you'll wear the coat of questions `til the

answer hat is here

You'll wear the coat of questions `til the

answer hat is here

Serenade your angel with a love song from your eyes

Grow a little taller even though your age defies

Feel a little smaller

And in stature you will rise

A hobo or a poet must kill dragons for a bride;

And humble pie is always hard to swallow

with your pride





Acoustic Guitar & Vocals:Graham Nash
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Writer: EDDIE CHACON, CHARLES C. PETTIGREW, J. FREED
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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