Editing Floor Blues chords and lyrics - CAT STEVENS, YUSUF ISLAM

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[Intro 1]
[D][Dm][G][Dm][D][G][D][Dm]
[D][Dm]
[D][Dm]

[Verse 1]
[D]I was born in the West- End[Dm]
[D]In the summer of '48
Above a small Cafe
Some people liked to come
there and call it [Dm]night
[D]But for me it was all day
[G]Oh! Now the dogs
keep a- growl[D]in'
Round my front [G]door[Dm][D]
And [G]the Truth howled [D]out from
the edit[G]ing floor

[Interlude 1]
[Dm][D]

[Verse 2]
Years went [D]by[G]
[D]Quarrymen came along
This boy became [G]a star[D]
Then he dropped - but got up [Dm]again[G]
With a [D]Black [Dm]Everl[D]y guitar
Then [G]he searched along the road
A good song he was [D]looking for
And the Truth [Dm]sang out from
the [Dm]editing [D]floor

[Interlude 2]
[D][G][D][G][D]

[Verse 3]
Big brother took [D]a trip[G]
[D]As bold as he could be[Dm][D]
To the place, he [Dm]heard,[G]
[D]Where the good Prophets used to wal[G]k
High [D]above this dark world
Then the [G]Word came down
And the little brother [D]saw[G][D]
How [G]the Truth was buried on the edit
[Dm]ing [G]floor

[Interlude 3]
[D][Dm][D]
[Dm]

[Verse 4]
[D]One day the papers rang us up,
[Dm]T'ch[D]eck if I said this?[G]
[D]I said, "Oh b[Dm]oy!
I'd [D]never say [Dm]that!"
Then [D]we got down to the truth of it
But they never prin[Dm]ted t[D]hat!
Just like [G]Socrates,
the man from [D]Greece
[G]Fell dow[D]n on his[G] knees[D]
Said, [G]Lord! [D]Forgive [G]them please
[D]Forgive the[G]m please
[D][G][D]
And he spoke [G]no more
And the cup spilled out on the editing [D]floor