Song Title: WIND UP
Artist / Singer: JETHRO TULL
Tabbed by Rick Steele
D Em D F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school
G D Asus2 A
and they taught me how not to play the game,
D Em D F#
I didn’t mind if they groomed me for success,
G D Asus2 A
or if they said that I was just a fool.
D Em
So I left there in the morning
D F#
with their God tucked underneath my arm —
G D Asus2 A
their half-assed smiles, and the book of rules.
D Em
So I asked this God a question
D F#
and by way of firm reply,
G D Asus2 A
He said — I’m not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
D Em D F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
G D Asus2 A
before I’m through I’d like to say my prayers —
D Em
I don’t believe you:
D F#
you had the whole damn thing all wrong —
G D Asus2 A
He’s not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
G A D Bm
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
G A Bm
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines —
Bm
how do you dare tell me that I’m my Father’s son
G D F#
when that was just an accident of Birth.
Bm
I’d rather look around me — compose a better song
G D F#
`cos that’s the honest measure of my worth.
G A D Bm
in Your pomp and all your glory, you’re a poorer man than me
G A Bm
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear
Bm
When I was young they packed me off to school
G D F#
and taught me how not to play the game,
Bm
I didn’t mind if they groomed me for success,
G D F#
or if they said that I was just a fool.
G A D Bm
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
G A Bm
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines —
G A D Bm
in Your pomp and all your glory, you’re a poorer man than me
G A Bm
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear
D Em D F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school
G D Asus2 A
and they taught me how not to play the game,
D Em D F#
I didn’t mind if they groomed me for success,
G D Asus2 A
or if they said that I was just a fool.
D Em D F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
G D Asus2 A
before I’m through I’d like to say my prayers —
G A D Bm
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
G A Bm
and have all the bishops harmonize these lines —
D Em
I don’t believe you:
D F#
you had the whole damn thing all wrong —
G D Asus2 A
He’s not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
