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Eagles Waiting in the weeds Tabbed by Rafael Pascual (Valencia, Spain) Tempo 91, Capo I ------------------- G9: 320033 E9: 022033 C9: X32033 -------------------G9It's coming on the end of E9August G9Another summer's promise almost E9gone And thought I C9heard some wise men say that every G9dog will have his day He never Fmentioned that these dog days get so Amlong DI don't know G9when I realized the dream was E9over Well, there was G9no particular hour, no given E9day You know it C9didn't go down in flame, there was no G9final scene, no frozen frame FI just watched it slowly fade aAmway DChorus: ---------------------------------------------------And EmI've been waiting in the Gweeds Waiting for my Amtime to come aCround aDgain And Emhope is floating on the Gbreeze Carrying my Amsoul high up aCbove the DgroundAnd EmI've been keeping to myGself, Knowing that the Amseasons are sClowly Dchanging Emyou and though you're with somebody Gelse He'll never love you Amlike I do C D ---------------------------------------------------G9I've been biding time with crows and sE9parrows, While G9peacocks prance and strut upon the sE9tage. If finding C9love is just a dance, G9proximity and chance You will exFcuse me if I skip the masqueAmrade. DAnd EmI've been waiting in the Gweeds, Waiting for the Amdust to settle Cdown ADlong the Emback roads, running through the Gfields Lying on the Amoutskirts of this Clonesome DtownAnd I Emimagine sunlight in your Ghair you're at the county Amfair, You're holding Chands and Dlaughing And Emnow the Ferris Wheel has sGtopped, You're swinging on the Bmtop, suspended F#there with him And Ghe's the darling of the Dchic, the flavor of the Bmweek Is F#melting Gdown your pretty summer Ddress, baby what a Bmmess you're F#makingBridge: |--2---0---0---0---2---0---0---0---2---0---0---0---2---0---0---0-| |0---3-------3-------3-------3-------3-------3-------3-------3---| |----------------3---------------2---------------3---------------| |----------------------------------------------------------------| |----------------------------------------------------------------| |----------------------------------------------------------------| I've been stumbling though some dark places But I'm following the plow I know I've fallen out of your good graces But it's all right now. And I've been waiting in the weeds, Waiting for the summer rain to fall Upon the wild birds, scattering the seeds, Answering the calling of the tide's eternal tune, the phases of the moon, the chambers of the heart, the egg and dart A small, gray spider spinning in the dark, In spite of all the times the web is torn apart.