AQUALUNG 

(Nearly original version) 

heavy metal intro: 

    8 8 8 8 4 4        4.8  2   P   8   4      2 
e:|-------------|-------------------------|-4-4--4-|-----6---6-------6--- 
h:|-------------|-------------------------|-6-6--6-|-----8---8-------8--- 
g:|-------------|-------------------------|-6-6--6-|-----8---8-------8--- 
D:|-------------|-------------------------|-6-6--6-|-----8---8-------8--- 
A:|-5---1-3-4-3-|-5--------1--3-4----3----|-4-4--6-|-----6---6-------6--- 
E:|---3---------|-----3-------------------|--------|--------------------- 
    Sit-ting on a park bench        eye-ing lit-tle girls 
    snot is  runnig down his nose     greassy fingers smearing 
    Drying in the cold sun            watching as the frilly 
    Feeling like a dead duck          spitting out pieces of 

           4.   8  4   8  8    8 8  4  2   8 8 8 8 8  4   8  8 4 2 
e:|------|-8----8--8---6--8-|--6-8--9--9-|-6-6-6-6-9--9-|-9--7-7-5-|--------- 
h:|------|-10---10-10--8--10|--8-10-11-9-|-8-8-8-8-9--11|-11-9-7-7-|--------- 
g:|------|-10---10-10--8--10|--8-10-11-10|-8-8-8-8-10-11|-11-9-8-7-|--------- 
D:|------|-10---10-10--8--10|--8-10-11-11|-8-8-8-8-11-11|-11-9-9-7-|--------- 
A:|------|-8----8--8---6--8-|--6-8--9--11|-6-6-6-6-11-9-|-9--7-9-5-|--------- 
E:|------|------------------|----------9-|---------9----|------7---|--------- 
    with   bad in-tent 
   shabby clothes                    Hey Aqualung 
 panties run     Hey Aqualung 
 his broken luck     Oh  Aqualung 

Acustic guitar (Capo at III) 

(just the Chords ... lift some of your fingers now and then and do some 
 finger-picking to get the right I.A. sound) 

e-            D                        A 
Sun streaking cold an old man wandring lonely, 
a-              e-          D 
taking time the only way he knows. 
e-           D                         A 
Legs hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end . 
   a-               e-                D 
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet. 

e-                D             A 
Feeling alone the army's up the road, 
a-             e-                D 
salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. 
e-          D                             A 
Aqualung my friend, don't you  start away uneasy. 
    a-           e-            F 
You poor old sod see it's only me. 

(faster and heavier) 
e-                D                   e- 
Do you still remember Decembers foggy freeze 
        D 
when the ice that clings onto your beard 
     e- 
was screaming agony? 
   D           e- 
And your ratling last breaths with deepseadiver sounds 
 a-      D 
and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. 
  

(G-pentatonic guitar solo) 

... reapeat something of the beginning