Aqualung (Jethro Tull)

tabed for C Tenor

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Sitting on a park bench
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 eyeing little girls with bad intent.
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Snot running down his nose
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 greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes--.
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Drying in the cold sun
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Watching as the frilly- pant----ies run-------------.
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Feeling like a dead duck 
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spitting out pieces of his 
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     brok----en- luck---------.
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Sun- streaking cold-
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an- old man wandering lonely.
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Taking- time-----
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the only way- he knows.
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Leg- hurting bad--,
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as he bends to pick a dog-end
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he goes down to the bog
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and warms his feet.

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Feeling a---lone-----           
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the army's up the- road-
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salvation-- a---- la- mode 
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and a cup of tea.
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Aqualung my friend
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don't start a---way----- uneasy-
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you poor old sod--, you see, it's only me.
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Do you still remember               
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December's foggy freeze
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when the ice that
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clings on-- to your beard 
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was screaming agony------.
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And you snatch your rattling last breaths
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with deep sea d-----i---ver sounds,
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and the flowers bloom like-
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mad---ness in the- spring.