Pink Floyd

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G Gmaj7 G7 G6 G+    G G+ G6 G+ D7  D9

G               Gmaj7          G7                     G6
Heaven sent the promised land. Looks alright from where I stand,
       G+                 G  G+   G6     G+  D7    D9
'cause I'm the man on the outside looking   in.
G                  Gmaj7     G7                  G6
Waiting on the first   step, show me where the key is kept.
G+                    G     G+ G6    G+       D7   D9
Point me down the right line, because it's time
           G              G7            C           Am7
to let me in from the cold.  Turn my Lead  into gold,
                      G                    G7
'cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul,
                        D7
and I think I'm growing old.

D9

G               Gmaj7           G7             G6
Fire bright by candle light and her by my side.
    G+                      G  G+ G6   G+   D7  D9
And if she prefers, we need never stir again.
G                   Gmaj7       G7                    G6
Someone said the promised land. Oh, I grabbed it with both hands.
G+                     G     G+ G6  G+     D7  D9
Now I'm the man on the inside   looking out.
             G           D7                C                 Am7
Hear me shout "Come on in. What's the news?  Where you been?"
                 G                 G7                   D7  D9
'Cause there's no  wind left in my soul, and I've grown old.
G                   Gmaj7                 G7                    G6
Flash the read-ies. Wot's... uh the deal? Got to make it to the next meal.
G+                      G   G+    G6  G+      D7  D9
Try to keep up with the turning of    the wheel.
G                Gmaj7                  G7                      G6
Mile after mile, stone after stone, you turn to speak, but you're alone.
G+                     G  G+       G6 G+      D7   D9
Million miles from home,  you're on   your own.
           G               G7            C            Am7
So let me in  from the cold. Turn my lead  into gold,
                      G                    G7                            D7
'cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul, and I think I'm growing old.

D9/G


Chords used:
Gmaj7  3x4003
G7     3x3003
G6     3x2003
G+     3x1003
D7     xx0212
D9     000210
Am7    x02010