Suite: Judy Blue Eyes

Words & Music:

Stephen Stills

D                   G                  D      A Asus4  A    G

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

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



     D              A             G           Gsus4         D  G

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


Remember what we've said & done & 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.




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

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




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.



                D  G                   D  G                   D  G  D

And you make it hard.  And you make it hard.  And you make it hard


D                             G                               D

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

D                                    G                                  D

Tuesday morning, please be gone, I'm tired of you; what have you got to lose?

      C                         G

Can I tell it like it is?  But, listen to me, baby.

        C                            G                               C

It's my heart that's suffering, it's dyin' 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?

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


C                D     C             Dsus4  D

Chestnut brown canary, ruby-throated spar---row.

C      D     C        D     D7               C   D

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 lyric; losing love lamenting.  Change my life, make it right, be my lady.


G           Am  Em C           D

Do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do.

G           Am  Em C     D

Do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do.  [repeat many times]


Que linda me la traiga Cuba.  La reina de la Mar Caribe.

Que cielo sol que lo tengan alli Y que triste que no puedo vaya.  Oh va, oh, va va


Do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do-do.

Do-do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do.

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