St. Stephen Chords by Grateful Dead

[Start]

[Intro]
B D A E A B A E
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D A B
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[Verse]
E             D           A                 E             
Saint Stephen with a rose in and out of the garden he goes
                      D                
Country garden in the wind and the rain
                     D                  
Wherever he goes the people all complain
E                 D                   A              E      
Stephen prospered in his time well he may and he may decline
       D                                B                      E  
Did it matter does it now Stephen would answer if he only knew how
B E D A E
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[Chorus]
D       A E                         A              E            
Wishing ■ ■ well with a golden bell bucket hanging clear to hell
E                              
Hell halfway twixt now and then
D       G                    A                   D     A
Stephen fill it up and lower down and lower down again ■


[Verse]
D A E    D      A         E         D            A   E                  D  
■ ■ Lady finger dipped in moonlight writing What for across the morning sky
E        D         A         E      D               A                E       D
Sunlight splatters dawn with answer darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye ■
E              D     A   D      E
Speeding arrow sharp and narrow ■
D                      A                D      
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
E       D       A          E7      
Several seasons with their treasons
                 A                           D  
Wrap the babe in scarlet colors call it your own


[Chorus]
E D E D E
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                D          A                      E          
Did he doubt or did he try Answers aplenty in the bye and bye
                       E                   
Talk about your plenty talk about your ills
                E                      
One man gathers what another man spills


[Solo]
B A E D E D E
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[Chorus]
              D           A                E           
Saint Stephen will remain all he's lost he shall regain
                   D                
Seashore washed by the suds and foam
                       D                     
Been here so long he's got to calling it home
E                                                D                  A       E  
Fortune comes a crawlin' calliope woman spinnin' that curious sense of your own
                   D    
Can you answer yes I can
         A                          E      D  
But what would be the answer to the answer man


[Solo]
E A B E A E
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[Outro]

[End]