Graham Nash — Wounded Bird Chords

This is an excellent cut from Graham Nash's 1971 solo album "Songs For Beginners". This
definitely fits the name of the album. It's as simple as it gets, even if a couple
are a bit unfamiliar at first. I put the chords all throughout for timing, but it 
the same progression through all the verses.

CAPO ON 2ND FRET! The song's in D.
Chords:
E: 022100
A6add9: x44200
E/D#: x66400

      E                      A6add9         E/D#            A6add9
I've watched you go through changes that no man should face alone

 E               A6add9             E/D#                 A6add9
Take to heel or tame the horse the choice is still your own

     E            A6add9            E/D#             A6add9
But arm yourself against the pain a wounded bird can give

     E            A6add9           E/D#             A6add9
And in the end remember it's with you you have to live

     E            A6add9           E/D#             E
And in the end remember it's with you you have to live

E A6add9 E/D# A6add9

  E                 A6add9               E/D#             A6add9
Stand your ground I think you've got the guts it takes to win

     E                 A6add9         E/D#                A6add9
But you must learn to turn the key before she'll let you in

     E              A6add9          E/D#            A6add9
And understand the problems of the girl you want so near

           E               A6add9              E/D#         A6add9
Or you'll wear the coat of questions till the answer hat is here

        E               A6add9             E/D#          E
You'll wear the coat of questions till the answer hat is here

E A6add9 E/D# A6add9

 E            A6add9       E/D#                A6add9
Serenade your angel with a love song from your eyes

 E             A6add9      E/D#             A6add9
Grow a little taller even though your age defies

 E             A6add9         E/D#             A6add9
Feel a little smaller and in stature you will rise

   E        A6add9           E/D#          A6add9
A hobo or a poet must kill dragons for a bride

     E            A6add9           E/D#              E
And humble pie is always hard to swallow with your pride