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

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

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

BREAK: [F#] [B/F#] [F#] [F#]

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

BREAK: [F#] [B/F#] [F#] [F#]

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