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ADDITIONAL VERSES

2. The sky i s clearing and the night has cried enough The sun he comes, the world to soften up Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on.

3 . The fortunes of fables a r e able to see the s tars , Now witness the quickness with which we carry on To sing the blues, you've got to live the dues and Carry On.

Girl, when I was on my own Chasing you down What was i t made you run Tryin' your best just to get around The questions of a thousand dreams What you do and what you see Lover, can you talk to me?

TEACH YOUR CHILDREN

Intro W o r d s and Music by

GRAHAM NASH

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Copyright O 1970 by Glving Room Muslc, Inc., 55 Llberty Street, New York, New York All R~ghts Reserved Including P u b l ~ c Performance For Profit

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Verse 2. Teach Your Children well Their father 's hell Will slowly go by And feed them on your dreams The one they picks The one you'll know by.

(To Bridge and Interlude)

Verse 3 . And you, of the tender yea r s Can't know the fears That your elders grew by And so please help them with your youth They seek the truth Before they can die.

Verse 4. Teach your parents well Their children's hell Will slowly go by And feed them on your dreams The one they picks The one you '11 know by.

(To Bridge and Coda)

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ADDITIONAL VERSES

2. Blue, blue windows behind the s t a r s , Yellow moon on the r i se , Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes.

(To Bridge)

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Words and Music by DAVID CROSBY

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ADDITIONAL VERSES

2 . A different kind of poverty, now upsets me so Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and want to know Why am I so alone, where i s my woman, Can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?

3. Mornin' comes the sunrise, and I'm driven to my bed I see that i t is empty, and there's devils in my head I embrace the many-colored beast, I grow weary of the torment Can there be no peace, and I find myself just wishin' That my life would simply cease.

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COUNTRY GIRL Words and Music by

NEIL YOUNG Moderately

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I I sum -mer pass so close to you,

Too late to keep the change, Too late

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Too late to keep the change, Too late to pay,

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ADDITIONAL VERSE

When I tell you I love you You can believe that i t ' s t rue Everybody I love you Everybody I do.

CARRY ON

words and music by

STEPHEN STILLS

One morning I woke up and I knew you were really gone. A new day, a new way,

And new eyes to see the dawn. Gone you way

I'll g o mine and carry on.

The sky is clearing and the night has cried enough The sun he comes the world to soften up.

Rejoice, rejoice, we have no choice but to carry on.

The fortunes of fables are able to see the stars, I

N o w witness the quickness with which we carry on To sing the blues, you've got to live the dues

And carry on.

Carry on love is coming, Love is coming to us all.

Where are you going now my love? Where will you be tomorrow? Wi l l you bring me happiness?

Wi l l you bring me sorrow? Are the questions of a thousand dreams

What you do and what you see Lover, can you talk to me?

Girl, when I was on my own Chasing you down

What was i t made you run Tryin' your best just to get around

The questions of a thousand dreams What you do and what you see

Lover, can you talk to me?

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TEACH YOUR CHILDREN

words and music by

GRAHAM NASH

You who are on the road Must have a code that you can live by

And so become yourself Because the past is just a good-bye.

Teach your children well Their father's hell Will slowly go by

And feed them on your dreams The one they picks

The one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why If they told you, you will cry So iust look at them and sigh

And know they love you.

And you, of the tender years Can't know the fears

That your elders grew by

And so please help them with your youth They seek the truth Before they can die.

Teach your parents well Their children's hell Will slowly go by

And feed them on your dreams The one they picks

The one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why If they told you, you would cry So iust look at them and sigh

And know they love you.

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HELPLESS

words and music by

NEIL YOUNG

There is a town in north Ontario, With dream comfort memory to spare,

And in my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise

Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless, Baby can you hear me now?

The chains are locked and tied across the door, Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise,

Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes,

Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless . . . Copyright @ 1970 by Corillion Music, Inc. &Broken Afrow Music

All Rights Reserved Including Public Performance For Profit

CUT MY HAIR

words and music by

DAVID CROSBY

Almost cut my hair It happened just the other day,

It's gettin' kind of long, I could of said it was in my way, but I didn't

N' I wonder why I feel like letting my freak flag fly, And I feel like I owe it to someone.

Must be because I had the flu for Christmas And I'm not feeling up to par

It increases my paranoia Like lookin' in my mirror and seeing a police car.

But I'm not giving in an inch to fear 'Cause I've promised myself this year

I feel like I owe it to someone.

When I fin'ly get myself together, I'm gonna get down in that sunny southern weather

I'll find a place inside a laugh Separate the wheat from the chaff

I feel like I owe it to someone.

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STEPHEN STILLS

Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife

He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door

And he worked like the devil to be more.

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and want to know

Why am I so alone, where is my woman, Can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?

Mornin' comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head

I embrace the many-colored beast, I grow weary of the torment Can there be no peace, and I find myself just wishin'

That my life would simply cease.

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OUR HOUSE

w o r d s and music by

GRAHAM NASH

I'II llght the fire You place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.

Staring at the fib2 :or hours and hours While I listen to you play your love songs all night long for me,

Only for me.

Come to me now, And rest your head for just five minutes

Everything i s done Such a cozy room

The windows are illuminated by the evening sunshine through them Only for you.

Our house is a very, very, very fine house With two cats in the yard,

Life used to be so hard, Now everything is easy, 'cause of you.

I'II light the fire While you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.

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EVERYBODY I LOVE YOU

words and music by

STEPHEN STILLS and NEIL YOUNG

Know you've got to run, Know you've got to hide, Still there is a great light

Lingering deep within your eyes.

Open up, open up, baby let me in. You expect for me to love you

When you hate yourself, my friend. La, la, la, la, la, la,

La, la, la, la, la.

Ev'rybody I love you, Ev'rybody I do

'rhough your heart is an anchor, I need your love to get through.

When I tell you I love you You can believe that it's true.

Everybody I love you, Everybody I do.

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COUNTRY GIRL

words and music by

NEIL YOUNG

Winding paths through tables and glass First fall was new

N o w watch the summer pass so close to you, Too late to keep the change,

Too late to pay, N o time to stay the same

Too young to leave,

N o pass out sign on the door set me thinking Are waitresses paying the price of their winking?

While stars sit in bars and decide what they're drinking, They drop by to die 'cause it's faster than sinking,

Too late to keep the change, Too late to pay,

N o time to stay the same,

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Too late to keep the change, Too late to pay,

N o time to stay the same, Too young to leave.

Find out that now was the answer to answers that you gave later, She did the things that we both did before, now,

But who forgave her. If I could stand to see her crying I would tell her not to care.

When she learns of all your lyin' will she join you there?

Country Girl I think you're pretty, G o t to make you understand,

Have no lovers in the city, Let me be your country man. Go t to make you understand.. .

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LADY OF THE ISLAND

Slowly

Words and Music by GRAHAM NASH

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Let-ing my -self wan - der through the I world in - side your eyes, You I

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MARRAKESH EXPRESS Words and Mucic by

GRAHAM NASH

Intro. G Dm G 0 0 0 0

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Look - ing a t the world through the sun - se t in your eyes, Sweep - ing cob - webs from the edg - e s of my mind, Take the t rain from Cas - a Blanc - a go - ing south.

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ADDITIONAL VERSES

2. Remember what we've said, and done, and felt about each other Oh babe, have mercy. Don't let the past remind us of what we a r e not now. I am not dreaming. I am yours, you a re mine, you a r e what you are . And you make it hard - -

3 . Something inside i s telling me that I've got your secret . Are you still listening? Fear i s the lock, and laughter the key to your heart. And I love you. I am yours, you a re mine, you a re what you are . And you make it hard, And you make it hard.

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Fri - day eve - ning,- Tues - day morn-in'-

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I ' m going to fly a - way, - Thurs - days and Sat - ur-days?,

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ADDITIONAL VERSES

2 . Guinnevere drew pentagrams like yours, Mi'lady, like yours. Late at night when she thought that no one Was watching at all. On the wall. She shall be free.

(To Bridge)

3 . Guinnevere had golden hair, like yours, Mi'lady, like yours. Streaming out when we'd ride through the warm wind Down by the bay, yesterday. Seagulls circle endlessly, I sing in silent harmony, We shall be free.

WOODEN SHIPS

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Words and Music by DAVID CROSBY and STEPHEN STlLLS

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ADDITIONAL VERSES

2. Horror grips u s a s we watch you die. All we can do i s echo your anguished c r i e s . Stare a s all human feelings die. We a r e leaving, you don't need us.

3 . Go take a s i s te r , then, by the hand. Lead he r away from this foreign land. F a r Away, where we might laugh again. We a r e leaving, you don't need us .

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LADY OF THE ISLAND

words and music by

GRAHAM NASH

Holding you close, undisturbed before a fire, The pressure in my chest when you breathe in my ear;

We both knew this would happen when you first appeared, My Lady Of The Island.

The brownness of your body in the fireglow, Except the places where the sun refused to go.

Our bodies were a perfect fit, In afterglow we lay,

My Lady Of The Island.

Letting myself wander through the world inside your eyes, You know I'd like to stay here until ev'ry tear runs dry.

My Lady Of The Island. . . Wrapped around each other in the peeping sun,

Beams of sunshine light the stage, the red light's on. I never want to finish what I've just begun with you,

My Lady Of The Island.

Copyright @ 1969 by Giving Room Music, Inc., 55 Liberty Street, New York, NOW York All Rights Reserved Including Public Performance For Profit

PRE-ROAD DOWNS

words and music by

GRAHAM NASH

I have kissed you, so I'II miss you, On the road I'II be wantin' you. But I have you 'cause I love you,

And you have me 'cause you love me, too. Yeah!

Felt forsaken, you'll awaken To the joys of livin' hand in glove.

And then I will lend you my will, And you^ days will be filled with love.

Don't run, the time approaches, Hotels and midnight coaches, Be sure to hide the roaches.

Felt dejected, as expected, You rejected all the thoughts of work.

So I'II pray, with you, To stay with me forever, and we'll make it work. W o .

Elevated, you're elated, 'Cause I waited a year for you, If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin',

Then I'm gonna make my love to you, W o .

Don't run, the time approaches, Hotels and midnight coaches, Be sure to hide the roaches.

Copyright 1969 by Giving Room Music, Inc., 55 Liberty Street, New York, New York All Rights Reserved Including Public Performance For Profit

MARRAKESH EXPRESS

words and music by

GRAHAM NASH

Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes, Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies

Ducks, and pigs, and chickens call, Animal carpet wall to wall

American ladies five foot tall in blue.

Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind, Had to get away to seek what we could find.

Hope the days that lie ahead Bring us back to where they've led. Listen to what's been said to you:

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express. Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh

Expressly taking me to Marrakesh. All aboard the train, All aboard the train!

I've been saving all my money just to take you there, I smell the garden in your hair.

Take the train from Casablanca going south, Blowing smoke rings from the corners of my mouth.

Colored cottons hang in the air, Charming cobras in the square,

Striped djellebas we can wear at home.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express. Wouldn't you know you're riding on the Marrakesh Express

They're taking me to Marrakesh.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express. Wouldn't you know you're riding on the Marrakesh Express,

They're taking me to Marrakesh.

All on board the train, All on board the train!

All on board!

Copyright @ 1969 by Giving Room Music. Inc., 55 Liberty Street, New York, New York All Rights Reserved Including Public Performance For Profit

SUITE: JUDY BLUE EYES

words and music by

STEPHEN STII-LS

It's getting to the point where I'm no fun any more. I am sorry.

Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud I am lonely.

I am yours, you are mine, You are what you are, you make it hard.

Remember what we've said, and done, and felt about each other Oh babe, have mercy.

Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now. I am not dreaming.

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are. And you make it hard.

Tearing yourself away from me now, you are free. I am crying

This does not mean I don't love you, I do, That's forever, yes and for always.

I am yours, you are mine, You are what you are. You make it hard.

Copyright @ 1969 by Gold Hill Music, Inc. All Rights Reserved Including Public Performance For Prolit

Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret. Are you still listening?

Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart. And I love you.

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are. And you make it hard, And you make it hard.

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon, What have you got to lose?

Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you. What have you got to lose?

Can I tell it like it is? Listen to me baby.

It's my heart that's a suffering, and that's what I have to lose.

I've got an answer, I'm going to fly away, What have I got to lose?

Wil l you come to see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, Sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.

Voices of the angels, ring around the moonlight, Asking me, said she so free, how can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy lilting lyrics losing love lamenting, Change my life, make it right,

Be my lady.

words and music by

DAVID CROSBY

Guinnevere had green eyes like yours, Mi'lady like yours.

When she'd walk down through the garden, In the morning after it rained.

Peacocks wandered aimlessly underneath an orange tree. Why can't she see me?

Guinnevere drew pentagrams like yours, Mi'lady like yours.

Late at night when she thought that no one Was watching at all

On the wall She shall be free

As she turns her gaze down the slope to the harbor Where I lay,

Anchored for a day.

Guinnevere had golden hair like yours, Mi'lady, like yours.

Streaming out when we'd ride through the warm wind Down by the bay, yesterday.

Seagulls circle endlessly, I sing in silent harmony, W e shall be free.

Copyright @ 1966 by Guerillo Music, Inc., 55 Liberty Street, N e w York, N e w York All Rights Reserved Including Public Performonce For Profit

WOODEN SHIPS

words and music by

DAVID CROSBY and STEPHEN STILLS

If you smile at me, I will understand 'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does

In the same language.

I can see by your coat, my friend, You're from the other side.

There's just one thing I've got to know, Can you tell me please, who won?

Say, can I have some of your purple berries? Yes, I've been eating them for six or seven weeks now,

Haven't got sick once. Prob'ly keep us both alive.

Wooden ships on the water, very free, Easy you know the way it's supposed to be.

Silver people on the shore line let us be. Talkin' 'bout very free and easy.

Horror grips us as we watch you die, All we can do i s echo your anguished cries,

Stare as all human feelings die, W e are leaving, you don't need us.

G o take a sister, then, by the hand, lead her away from this foreign land

Far away, where we might laugh again. W e are leaving, you don't need us.

And it's a fair wind, Blowin' warm out of the south

Over my shoulder. Guess I'll set a course and go.

Copyright @ 1969 by Gold Hill Music, Inc. All Rights Reserved Including Public Performonce For Profit

HELPLESSLY HOPING

words and music by

STEPHEN STILLS

Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, Awaiting a word.

Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit He runs, wishing he could fly,

Only to trip at the sound of good-bye.

Wordlessly watching he waits by the window and Wonders at the empty place inside

Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, He worries, did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?

They are one person, They are two alone,

They are three together, They are for each other.

Stand by the stairway, you'll see something Certain to tell you confusion has its cost.

Love isn't lying, it's loose in a lady who lingers, Saying she i s lost, and choking on hello.

They are one person, They are two alone,

They are three together, They are for each other.

Copyright @ 1969 by Gold Hill Music, Inc. All Righls Reserved Including Public Performonce For Profit

YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY

words and music by

STEPHEN STILLS

In the mornin' when you rise Do you think of me, and how you left me cryin'?

Are you thinkin' of telephones and managers, And where you got to be at noon?

You are living a reality I left years ago; it quite nearly killed me.

In the long run it will make you cry, Make you crazy n' old before your time.

And the difference between you and me, I won't argue right or wrong.

But 1 have time to cry, my baby.

You don't have to cry, I said cry, my baby.

You don't have to cry, I said cry, my baby You don't have to cry.

Copyright @ 1969 by Gold Hill Music, Inc. All Rights Reserved Including Public Performonce For Profit

49 BYE-BYES

words and music by

STEPHEN STILLS

Forty nine reasons all in a line All of them good ones, all of them lies.

Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends Need a little work and there's fences to mend.

Steady girl, be my world. Till the drifter come, now she's gone.

1 let that man play his hand, I let them go, how was I to know?

I'm down on my knees, nobody left t o please.

N o w it's over, they left in the spring. Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things.

Steady girl, be my world. Till the drifter come, now she's gone.

I let that man play his hand, I let them go, how was I to know?

I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please. On my knees, feeling wrong.

M y mind's gone, oh

Copyright @ 1969 by Gold Hill Music, Inc. All Rights Reserved including Public Performonce For Profit

Bye, bye, baby, bye, bye, baby, Write, if you think of it, maybe.

Know I love you, g o if it means that much to you. Hey, but you can run, baby;

If the feeling's wrong before too long it's crazy.

And you're trapped, babe, And you know that's not where it's at, babe.

You're just seein' things through a cat's eye, baby; That's not my old lady.

Come on and tell me, baby, you better tell me baby, W h o do you, who do you love?

Time will tell us who is trying to sell us. Bye, bye, baby,

Wri te i f you think of it, maybe. Hey, but you can run, baby.

If the feeling's wrong, before too long it's crazy.

And you'll try babe, and you'll know that's not where it's at babe. You're iust seein' things through a cat's eye, baby;

That's not my old lady. Come and tell me, baby, you'd better tell me baby,

W h o do you, who do you love?

LONG TIME GONE

words and music by

DAVID CROSBY

It's been a long time comin' It's goin' to be a long time gone.

And it appears to be a long, appears to be a long, Appears to be a long time,

Yes, a long, long, long, long time Before the dawn.

Turn, turn any corner. Hear, you must hear what the people say,

You know there's something that's goin' on here, That surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day.

And it appears to be a long, Appears to be a long,

Appears to be a long time, Such a long, long, long, long time before the dawn.

Copyright @ 1968 by Guerilla Music Inc. 55 Liberty Street, New York, New York All Rights Reserved lncluiing kbl ic Performance For Profit

Speak out, you got to speak out against The madness, you got to speak your mind,

If you dare. But don't try to get yourself elected.

If you do you had better cut your hair.

'Cause i t appears to be too long, Appears to be too long,

Appears to be a long time, Before the dawn.

It's been a long time comin', It's goin' to be a long time gone. But you know, the darkest hour,

Always, always iust before the dawn.

And i t appears to be a long, Appears to be a long,

Appears to be a long time, Such a long, long, long, long time before the dawn.

COMPLETE CONTENTS

CARRY ON

COUIVTRY GIRL

CUT MY HAIR

D ~ J A vu

EVERYBODY I LOVE YOU

4 + 20 49 BYE-BYES

GUIIVNEVERE

HELPLESS

HELPLESSLY HOPING

LADY OF THE ISLAND

LONG TIME GONE

MARRAKESH EXPRESS

OUR HOUSE

PRE-ROAD DOWNS

SUITE: JUDY BLUE EYES

TEACH YOUR CHILDREN

WOODEN SHIPS

YOU DOhl'T HAVE TO CRY

Printed in England by Panda Press, Haverhill, Suffolk.