Intro:
Asus2AAsus2Amaj9AAmaj9AAsus4Asus2Asus4Asus2AVerse 1: (same as Intro)
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On a high--way along the atlantic
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I'm rifling through these last seventeen years
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The ra--dio waxes roman--tic
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It's lulla-bies fill our eyes with tears
Chorus:
Amaj9Asus4A
We don't say a word
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There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
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And how you've grown my little bird
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I'm regretting letting you fly
Verse 2:
6 pounds and 7 ounces
A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands
Grew larger than my hands ever grew
We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
Asus2A
On a high--way
On a highway
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.