id sma011997; Sat May 10 16:03:24 1997
From: rickl1@ix.netcom.com (Rick Lusher)
Subject: Manassas
To: settler@pprz03.HRZ.Uni-Marburg.DE

Manassas    It Doesn't Matter  written by Steve Stills/Chris Hillman

F                                       Am
Falling and spinning losing and winning keeping my head
F                                    Am
Watching for signals wearisome vigil was I mislead
       G
I remember you said
         D
That you don't want to forget me
F                 G                      Am
It doesn't matter which of our fantasy's fail
F                                 Am
Every tomorrow looking tomorrow a piece of today
 F                                      Am
Run a bit faster here comes the catcher making his play
         G
You had better not stay
         D
You will soon be surrounded
F                 G                      Am
It doesn't matter which of our fantasy's stay

SOLO

 F                                      Am
Weary and lonesome calling for someone living right now
F
Something is shallow ugly and hollow
        Am                G
Doesn't even allow you to want to know how
          D
You might live for the living give for the giving moment by moment

One day at a time
F                      G                    Am
It doesn't matter it's nothing but dreaming anyhow 


Manassas     Both Of Us  by Steve Stills/Chris Hillman

Gm9           C        Gm9            C
Why can't you hear me  why can't you see me
Gm9         C                   G    F C G
How can you be so blind to this feeling
      G  F  C  G
In my heart
Gm9       C        Gm9          C
Time is a wasting  what have I tasted
Gm9                 C
How you turn a deaf ear to my song
G                   Bb9    C
Both of us bound to lose

SOLO over  Gm9  C

G                    G9   G                   Bb9   C
Why do we have to choose  both of us bound to lose
Gm9         C       Gm9         C
Now can you hear me now can you see me
Gm9         C                      G
How do you like the fool when he's down
F       C              G      F      C             G
Is that really how you see me just a statue making sound

G C  C G   G C C G

Manassas         The Fallen Eagle

 E
 Sing to the fallen eagle
             A 
 Helicopters fly
 A
 Chase him 'round the mountains
                   E
 Chase him 'til he dies

 They say that it's good sportin'
                    A
 Shootin' him on the wing

 Above the roar and clatter
                         E
 You can hear your rifle sing
 D         A                 E
 his death song it won't be long
 E
 Sing to the western rancher
                     A
 The eagle takes his land
                                             E
 He's got a  thousand  others he don't give a dam
                                           A
 Get up with  the sunrise everybody gather round
                                                      E    D    A
 Hit him with the first shot he'll turn and bring you down down down
              E
 Crash on the ground
 E                                        A
 Sing to the golden eagle  help is on the way
                                                  E
 A government team of experts  is rushing to your aid
                                        A
 I know your not excited an eagle is no where

 Fly on up to Canada
                   E        D     A          E  
 This country isn't safe anymore  that's for sure


>From The Manassas LP 1972 Atlantic Records