Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, 4+20 (1970)
^{Key: :[F] (w: Stephen Stills)}

INTRO: [F] [A#/F] [F] [F] : [x2]

VERSE 1:
[F] Four and twenty [A#/F] year ago, I [F] come into this [F] life
The [F] son of a [A#/F] woman and a [F] man who lived in [F] strive
[G#] He was [A#] tired of being [F] poor [F]
And he [G#] wasn't into [A#] selling door to [F] door [F]
And he [G#] worked like a [A#] devil to be [F] more [F]

BREAK: [F] [A#/F] [F] [F]

VERSE 2:
A [F] different kind of [A#/F] poverty, [F] now upsets me [F] so
[F] Night after [A#/F] sleepless night, I [F] walk the floor and I want to [F] know
[G#] Why am [A#] I so a-[F]-lone? [F]
[G#] Where is my [A#] woman, can I [F] bring her home? [F]
[G#] Have I driven her away, [A#] is she [F] gone? [F]

BREAK: [F] [A#/F] [F] [F]

VERSE 3:
[F] Morning comes the [A#/F] sunrise, and [F] I'm driven to my [F] bed
I [F] see that it is [G#] empty, and there's [F] devils in my [F] head
[G#] I, em-[A#]-brace, [F] the many coloured beast [F]
I [G#] grow weary of the [A#] torment, can there [F] be no peace? [F]
And I [G#] find myself just [A#] wishing, that my life would [F] simply [F open] cease